Lyrics

Aye, yah, yah, hey Yeah, hurt yourself some more like you can't feel a thing Yah, aye, keep lies to yourself and hate the words you sing (fuck) Yeah, I'm not that lost, I trust no-one They lie then stop, fucks my head up (break) Pick a side, pick a side, decide then rot Don't take advice, look straight, turn backs then run (break) Yeah, I'm not that lost, I trust no-one They lie then stop, fucks my head up (die, fuck) Pick a side, pick a side, decide then rot (die) Don't take advice, look straight, turn backs then run (die) Yuh, bitch, it's enough, bitch, that you fuck with Ducking questions that they ask me, no discussions Fuck this, they always be tryna push my buttons All in, I will just go harder 'til I'm ballin' Tacky, still attacking, why you ask me? Act sick, they get nasty, they ain't asking Flashy in the backseat like I'm fancy Baggy, pants be matching like an athlete (die) That bitch gon' come to my room, hey Filming the things that we do, hey I hate the things that I do I blame the things I consume, hey (die) Stack, stack, stack my bricks, hey If I'm lit, I spend, hey Fuck her once then dip, hey I can't wife no bitch Drink until I wobble, yah (die) Her name, I forgot it, yah My wallet's colossal, yah I'm my own role model, yah Lately, I've been hostile, yah Keep them feelings bottled, yah I'll be back like Arnold, yah Got no time for squabbles, yah Visable, this shit is critical Nothing is difficult, they say we're criminals (fuck) Just keep it minimal, pray for a miracle Break down my syllables I'm sounding cynical Fade away It's the only way I feel my pride escape You made the same mistakes I lost my brain today I have the right of way Bitch, we might just take the blame This is the very last time (break) Yeah, I'm not that lost, I trust no-one They lie then stop, fucks my head up (die, fuck) Pick a side, pick a side, decide then rot (die) Don't take advice, look straight, turn backs then run (break) Y-y-yeah, I'm not that lost, I trust no-one They lie then stop, fucks my head up (die, fuck) Pick a side, pick a side, decide then rot (die) Don't take advice, look straight, turn backs then run (die, yah, aye) Yeah, hurt yourself some more like you can't feel a thing (die) Yeah, aye, keep lies to yourself and hate the words you sing (fuck) Inside, inside, inside, inside Inside, inside, inside, inside (Inside, inside, inside, inside) (Inside, inside, inside, inside)
Writer(s): Marius Listhrop, Joseph Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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