[Hook] I love this shit I hate this shit I don’t give a shit I just make it hit My favorite vice My favorite sin My favorite loss My favorite win I live like this I die like that No plan, no map Just heart attacks Thanks for the time Thanks for the breath Thanks for the drugs Thanks for the death ⸻ [Verse 1] My favorite life, my favorite death My first year broke me, my last year left Sometimes I swim, sometimes I sink Sometimes I blink and forget to think Who cares when, who cares where Who really listening, who really care Half my friends ghosts, half still here Half tell lies, half drink beer I am bald, I grow hair I disappear, I reappear I don’t fucking know what’s right from wrong I just keep moving when the light stay gone Go with the flow, don’t fight the wave Smile at God, then flirt with the grave I don’t make sense, I make noise I break my tools, I lack my poise ⸻ [Hook] I love this shit I hate this shit I don’t give a shit I just make it hit My favorite vice My favorite sin My favorite loss My favorite win I live like this I die like that No plan, no map Just heart attacks Thanks for the time Thanks for the breath Thanks for the drugs Thanks for the death ⸻ [Verse 2] I think you a hoe, I got a few bros None of us kings but we think we close I ain’t got my shit in a straight-ass row Bills on my mind but it’s payday slow I don’t hunt no doe, I chase ideas I fake confidence, I breathe through fear I say “I’m good” when I’m not okay I joke through tears just to get my way I talk real big, got small control I sell my nights just to save my soul I break my promises, keep my pain Act so free but I love my chains I laugh too loud at a quiet low I chase that rush, I avoid that growth I know my flaws, I name my ghosts I shake their hands, I pour them a toast ⸻ [Bridge] Sometimes I pray, sometimes I run Sometimes I stare down the barrel of fun Sometimes I feel like I’m already dead Still clock in, still get outta bed I don’t want peace, I want it loud I don’t want pride, I want a crown I don’t want love, I want the rush I don’t want trust, I want the touch ⸻ [Hook – Breakdown] I love this shit I hate this shit I don’t give a shit I just take the hit My favorite lie My favorite truth My favorite sin My wasted youth ⸻ [Verse 3] I just do it for drugs, I don’t want your hugs I don’t need your God, I got my buzz Make it fit snug, wrap you in a rug Sweep all the pain where the truth get shoved I numb it up when the room too real I shake too much when I start to feel I chase that “off” when I feel too on I sing my sins in a monotone I talk like I’m heartless, I bleed like a man I write all the chaos inside of my hand I ruin good things just cause I can Then blame bad luck instead of my plans I want the high but I fear the fall I want it all but I dodge the call I stand real tall with a cracked damn chest Screaming “I’m fine” with a tight-laced stress ⸻ [Outro] Thanks for your time Thanks for your life Thanks for the knife

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