argyle

Lyrics: Randy Findell Music: Randy Findell Arranger: brakence So can you **** off? I don't need your hand You thought it was love, baby I was just playin' so Good luck with your next boyfriend 'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a ma— (bloomtodeath) I was tryna make a living Well I did, and now I don't wanna live at all And you wonder why I'm distant My only friend is whatever I was trippin' off Yeah, but you would never get it You turned my personality into some kind of fetish You think you're so copacetic I hit your pen and then I lost it Ever since then, I've been manic and exhausted Think I wanna die and I can't keep my mind off it Twenty-four-seven headache and I'm always nauseous Cut my losses 'cause I can never tell if it's somethin' I really wanted Would you **** off? I don't need your hand You thought it was love, baby I was just playin' so Good luck with your next boyfriend 'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a man I just, I just wanna be dead (Don't be that brash) I just, I just wanna be dead (Like) Yeah, I just wanna be dead (Real fr— Wake the **** up) I just, I just wanna be dead (Who you really call— Real fr) Run away from me, baby, block my cell Judgment Day is comin', I'ma rot in hell and I'm too ****in' cowardly to off myself All the talk don't help, you just not gon— Okay, I started all this shit as an outlet Now everybody plug in where they mouth is So I burned out, all my thoughts were clouded I was shocked by this shit that I shouted And an old friend told me that I sold out So I laughed and said, "All I wear is argyle" 'Cause you'd think that maybe I'd set the bar too high When I'm strugglin' to find a way to waste my time Just **** off, I don't need your hand You thought it was love, baby I was just playin' so Good luck with your next boyfriend 'Cause I don't want a girl, I ain't even want a man I just, I just wanna be dead (****) I just wanna be dead I just, I just wanna be dead I just wanna be dead