THE PRETTIER THE GARDEN, THE DIRTIER THE HANDS OF THE GARDENER

Letters to your name, I let your face crawl in my brain

I crave your love, but that's a fucking lie

I'm liable to change

I'm like alive, but I feel dead

Cause my confidence I dread

Somber, that's a stretch

Counter negative thoughts that I get

How I'm lost and stressed, now I'm off a Percocet

I'm often hurt and reckless because to her I'm just a friendship

Burnt, I stay curled up in a corner

Cordially invite you to my life as a loner

According to sites, I'm misunderstood like foreigners

Forfeiting would entail I pick up a knife like a forklift

And press that shit against my wrist

And then I go slit

Oh shit, oh bitterness in the cold winter

Go wither away, a cold sinner

You're a hoe, bitch

I hope I forget you

Hope these drugs help

Hope my lungs melt

Like my heart melted when you held my palms for the first time

Now it's all lies, now I know why

You did that shit 'cause you needed attention

And your boyfriend, you mentioned

The problems easily wretched

Read that loves an illusion

Fucking drugs, we abuse it

Fuck a hoe, she's illusive

Can't trust a hoe, she's so loose that I lust the touch of her soul and get used to the rush of delusion

As I brush down her skin

I feel the tension within

It's like a high or euphoria

Like I hired whores who decided to give me free head, even though they're highly affordable

Baby, you're easy, that's just deplorable

But that makes me uneasy to the point that I'm blue and you know it too

You would've fucked me hard if I was a male model, wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you? fucking shallow bitch

I asked the truth, but you couldn't do

Couldn't shoot the shit

Coulda, shoulda, woulda

But I couldn't hit

Gave my wood a little stiffness, now this bitch is playing tricks

Now, my fate is hazy and I'm praying that this goes away

So another day, what the fuck am I supposed to say?

Fell for this bitch, go to hell for this bitch

I know I drift into madness

I get the sadness that just happens to rattle my chains and I rap through the pain

Had it then you left

Had I known the stress that would follow

I would've still done shit all the same, ay

I hate my face, I hate my fate

I'd hate to say it, but it's too late

I hate my face, I hate my fate

I'd hate to say it, but it's too late

I hate my face, I hate my fate

I'd hate to say it, but it's too late

I hate my face, I hate my fate

I'd hate to say it, but it's too late

I hate my face, I hate my fate

I'd hate to say it, but it's too late

I hate my face, I hate my fate

I'd hate to say it, but it's too late