Lyrics: Vyzer
Music: Vyzer
(おはよう, Vyzer)
What's your problem, b!tch
I dress like a whore
Drop onto the floor
No father figure
I might pull the fvcking trigger
And I really, really, really wanna dress up like a slut
But I really, really, really wanna stab you in the guts
Guess I'm bipolar, fvck her through the night
Show her that I wanna fight
Show him that I wanna use him like a kite
Guess I might put a hole into the side of your head
Suicide, bloody nails, it is, oh, so lovely red
Call me a whore
I keep wanting more
Shut the-shut the door
Don't you dare call me addicted, thеre's just bottles on the floor
And I know it seems a liе, but I feel better than before
At least that is what I think, I don't know it anymore
I don't wanna go back, back to the times where we held back
So many fvcking mistakes I wanna take back
No thought process, where the fvck is my brain at
Call me 'fessor Frink 'cause these sounds are weird as fvck
I-I think my feeling's stuck
I-I think she tryna fvck
I-I think I'm gonna fill myself with drugs
Pop a pill and add some spice
Pop a Xanny, do it twice
Stab a needle, ain't precise
I-I-I ain't takin' no advice
And I wish you know what it takes
To tolerate these fvcking fakes
They will label you snake
I wanna stomp your fvcking face
I-I-I love that white dress of yours
Can't wait to turn it red
Baby, don’t leave me behind
Or you might just end up dead
Girl, you hate scrolling through your feed
You can’t sleep without me
I get fvcked up, then I leave
It’s a daily routine
Mix my alc with some coke
I’m getting crossed
Designer drugs with my friends
Yeah, I’m too busy having fun
Wait no more
My legs aren’t working, I need to find the door
Shawty, please pass me some water before I pass out on the floor
What's your problem, b!tch
I dress like a whore
Drop onto the floor
No father figure
I might pull the fvcking trigger
And I really, really, really wanna dress up like a slut
But I really, really, really wanna stab you in the guts
Guess I'm bipolar, fvck her through the night
Show her that I wanna fight
Show him that I wanna use him like a kite
Guess I might put a hole into the side of your head
Suicide, bloody nails, it is, oh, so lovely red