Popping molly off this shit is getting started.
I throw a Molotov starting fires with no permit.
Snakes in the grass got me feeling like a serpent.
Don’t even laugh when my story becomes concluded.
So fucking high, so out of luck.
I’m wishing to die because I don’t give a fuck.
If only someone can change my mind and bring me back to life. (Uh)
Troubles with my demons, yeah they killing me. (Uh)
Troubles with some women, yeah they torture me. (Yeah)
All the demons and the women are tearing me apart at the end of each season without my recognition.
Don’t know what to do, I need someone to hold.
I’m running out of clues, I think I need to go.
Burn me alive because I don’t give a fuck if I die tonight.
Sing me a song from your heart, forgetting about the way we fight.
Don’t die tonight they say as I hold a candle lit to my face.
Gasoline being poured all over me.
Think about the price I’ll pay if I go without giving you the peace you need.
(Yeah)
Popping molly off this shit is getting started.
I throw a Molotov starting fires with no permit.
Snakes in the grass got me feeling like a serpent.
Don’t even laugh when my story becomes concluded.
I still get fucked up, I drink a lot.
It’s still not enough, I need to pop.
Everything too much, I think I might drop.
I feel worse sober believe it or not.
I can’t have anything nice without it breaking down.
Can’t turn my frown upside down without it turning back down.
If you just ask me, I wanna die.
If you just killed me would you be satisfied?
Put my life at the edge of a knife and cut me open and hang me up to dry.
I’m a peace of shit so I drink some more.
You still forgive me, but I’m still filled with remorse.
Don’t understand why you put up with my daily choirs.
You remain to give me love, yeah you gave me all yours.
Popping molly off but it isn’t enough.
I throw a Molotov but it’s just creating a bluff.
Snaked in the grass getting a little too rough.
I laugh because my life is just way too much.
Sorrows, I’m filled with sorrow.
Burn me and leave me to roast.
Don’t worry, I’m already a ghost.
I’ll die but I’ll leave behind all my notes.
Goodbye.
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