Lyrics: Anthony Tubbs/Theodore Ravhanza
Music: Anthony Tubbs/Theodore Ravhanza
Small talking with my ghost friends
Real people keep on ghosting
I've been tryna find a new wave
Cuz I'm sick of drowning in this ocean
People worried bout exposure
I'm just happy that I wake up
Say I'm keeping my composure
Til I realize every ****ing days sucks
It's a lost cause, I'm a bad guy
Not a pop star I should **** off
Let me dig deeper, I should od
Where's the grim reaper when I need him
My will to live is receding
Won't find what I'm seeking
My soul needs a demon to rip it apart
Before I get to tweaking I'm done
All this poison in my head still
In this room I'm feeling dead still
**** around and take like ten pills
I'd be gone, but I'm getting bread still
Why do I gotta go through hell here
Need a time stopper let me chill please
Get a tight condo, write a quick note
Then it's "bye momma"
Gone in a flash, hit me with lightning, rumbling thunder, I'm done with the fighting
Done with the bullshit, it was a pipe dream
Stuck on the night shift, sun isn't rising anymore
Guess I'll stick to liking dark rooms
Powers gone I'm in a monsoon
If it don't stop, I'll be gone soon