Femtanyl Mashup: Drowsy Rage

I've always struggled with my honesty

But now I'm honest like I'm Abe

At your bark and collar, just forget I'm someone's daughter

I can't ever fuck it up if I don't ever even bother

I get clocked like it's a job to me

I love to take it slow (ROLL THE KATAMARI)

Fuck do you mean, I ain't her

Boy, that's nasty work

Yeah, I got it in my clutch, I got the (TRACKER ON ME)

Talk on the team, okay bitch, your whole pack get merc'd

I'm just here to push your temper, put me in my grave

I'm on the internet, if I buffer, use your adblock on me

Hey, I'm on the internet, I get to choose just what I wanna-

(Treat me like your pet)

(Push your temper)

It's not 'cause I don't like you, I don't wanna see your face

(LAST THING I WANNA SEE, YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN FACE)

Every day, I take a minute of your time

(You just talk shit online)

I keep them in a box, I organize them all by size

(Try to grow a spine)

I don't leave my house, I don't even leave my bed

Give two fucks 'bout the damage to my brain

Open sores cover my body, treat me like your pet

Do me a favor

I ain't doin' you dirty if I ain't paid first

Treat me like I'm single-use, don't treat me like your lover

I take all your singles and I throw them in the gutter

Take it easy on me, do not ask me for my bus pass

Nightcore became sped up, either way I make a big bag

Teach me how to lie, teach me how to trace the caller (caller)

I come with a keychain, you can buy me for a dollar (dollar)

(Big bag)

(Make a big bag)

Murder everyone you know and go and make a-

Pullin' up in the whatchamacallit, in the trap, home alone, feel like Macaulay Culkin

Hey, let's go, you're on a roll

Come on, lose your self-control

Got no place I'd rather go 'cause I lost my mind in late September

Dial numbers, watch your tone

Clockwork wind up all alone

The more you stop, the more I go

Do your best, I'll do one better

You say "will" when I say "won't"

I'm running out of ways to cope so I bite the hand that feeds me (lose my MIND)

I got cellophane wrapped around the lining of my throat

I ain't fuckin' with you, boy, you a chaser

Simple, I get to be dumb, you get to exercise control

Worried 'bout me while I'm worried 'bout paper

I like lying to myself that I like everyone I meet

It's a funny little cycle, do it while I fall asleep

Are you stupid?

The paint is what's inside

I pull out all my blood vessels and lay them out like vines

No matter what we do, we all end up on someone else's plate

(It's your problem)