Letra

(If I keep my eyes closed) (I'm wishing I could die slow) (If I want to die tonight) (Please, let me be yours) Yeah 3:31 in the morning Rain falling down on the foreign They don't even want me anyway So, why they gettin mad that I ain't touring? Immature and selfish tryna diss me Dissipate the hate before it kills me You could say there's darkness on horizon But I ain't been on Xan since I was 15 Shit, I might pop one like BRB 'Cause I'm sick of the damn PTSD Traumas caused in the brain No freeing me They wanna fuck with my head No decency Get a gun bro, think you need it Just so I can end up self-defeated But I self-destruct and let the world combust Because I swear to god nobody gives a fuck No one gives a fuck Swear nobody ever gives a fuck No one gives a fuck Except for the finger that I'm sticking up Like (If I want to die tonight) (Please, let me be yours) I never asked for what goes on Wanna say fuck love to a coat line When I see her I be thinking of the old times Funny thing about life, said it goes on Funny thing about me, I got no taste Every girl bouta tell me that we're soulmates Won't believe it 'cause my heart is a cold place Try to say I'll fix you, you ain't Coldplay You don't know me But you want that I don't think I'm that cool, but I'm not bad Living in a vacuum while I'm rocking dad shoes I been in a fast coupe, yeah I'm on that Yeah I'm on that But it don't help It ain't worth my soul, but it won't sell Only other little thing that I know well Your bitch ass going straight to the voicemail For real
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