Lyrics: James Beight
Music: James Beight
I always comeback
It's not my fault that shorty,Said she wants to fall in love
I don't know what you want
But I know I'm not enough
I know that I take pills too much
Geeked up
And I am not even fun when I'm on them
I'm so dead
Been making songs with so dead
It's not a soda in my hand
How could I be so foul
I'm off a Xan babe
Shorty on Ozempic
She hates how my pants sag
I don't give a ****
It's what I want
Baby I'm so up aaaaah
Blocking all your calls on my cellphone
Will I answer? Oh nah
I'm better off on my own
So I am going to let go
Let it go
Call me Qori Kardashian
I'm your ears favorite pornstar try play with the cartel
Know she wonders who we are
Girl you're a damn liar
Such a vampire
Like the Cheshire you're just satire
I know there's something I should tell you, but you like to ignore me
We might need to break up cause it's getting annoying
She can be my nosebleed queen all it really takes is you to talk to me to get high
huh, I just fell in love again
I done too many drugs
I don't know what you want but I'm just not enough, huh
Every time we talk, oh, it's just too much
Fell asleep on your bed, now I'm just out of touch
Numb to all these feelings, yeah, it's getting rough
Chasing ghosts in the dark, trying to find some love, huh
But it's all just noise, man, I'm outta luck
Keeping secrets in my head, yeah, my mind's stuck
We could go down, double suicide
Girl, tell me what you want 'cause I just want to die
I don't want to be here, I don't want to be alive
I just hate my ****ing life
I hate it
I'm so dead
Been making songs with so dead
It's not a soda in my hand
How could I be so foul
I'm off a Xan babe
Shorty on Ozempic
She hates how my pants sag
I don't give a ****
It's what I want
Baby I'm so up aaaaah
Blocking all your calls on my cellphone
Will I answer? Oh nah
I'm better off on my own
So I am going to let go
Let it go
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