Istasha, this shit fucking sucks

I'm too old to change

Wash over my head, waves that cut away

And know that old me I call dead

Brand new is the face, I loathe that all to me is red

Colors I can fade, I sold that

Hold my soul away, will it waste?

Like my heart's eroded

I'm late, an omen, I'm below, high moment

You buzz like static in my ear, I hang up that shit like a phone

You chase it off the road when the taste has gone cold

Your mind estranged to sober, watching your face erode

Coerced, what’s in my backpack

Bottom fading away, I flow like water

I'ma hit my low, no pardons

Choking like you're in the cone, swallow

Backstab, curtain closed to curb me, I'm still bugging in the riptide, turning

Fuckers avoid the pain, cut when I'm in a deep rut

Feeding off the detox, I'm swerving

Wash over my head, waves that cut away and-

Old me I call dead

Brand new is the face, I loathe that all to me is red

Colors I can fade, I sold that

Hold my soul away, will it waste?

Like my heart's eroded

Fucked up, tucked in my lip

Take it all, make a run for it, bite it like a cyanide pill

Cut, drugged up, stuck in my round, need another one

Up that number like I'm running on a kill count

All of my friends are dead 'cause they don't feel a thing

When the toxins hit, see myself in the sink

Have it run all through my teeth, just say, don't think

When they strapped to the jaw, no kink (Uh)

All of my perks are gone (Uh)

Dead like silence, sneaking around (Uh)

"Parody? Highlight?" Said I'm none

When the core going demon, I'm out, I'm done, okay

All of my days, they taste the same

All in, my list is full of names

Looking for a brand new way, I delete them

Wipe that disk, I need that change

All of my days the same, no taste

Underneath deep sea, sippin' cellophane

Underneath my feet no sediment

Turning my scene deceased, like severance

I'm late, an omen, I'm below, high moment

You buzz like static in my ear, I hang up that shit like a phone

You chase it off the road when the taste has gone cold (Go to hell George, you fucking pig!)

Your mind estranged to sober, watching your face erode

Coerced, what’s in my backpack

Bottom fading away, I flow like water

I'ma hit my low, no pardons

Choking like you're in the cone, swallow

Backstab, curtain closed to curb me, I'm still bugging in the riptide, turning

Fuckers avoid the pain, cut when I'm in a deep rut

Feeding off the detox, I'm swerving

Wash over my head, waves that cut away

And know that old me I call dead

Brand new is the face, I loathe that all to me is red

Colors I can fade, I sold that

Hold my soul away, will it waste?

Like my heart's eroded