Lyrics
hungover
two thirty
good lookin
stumble from the covers
hit the kitchen
whats cookin?
show up the show nonexistent
a cryptid
paparazzi clock me like trailcam footage
on my downward spiral
uzumaki
wont address it though
broken arm
broken leg
a motherfucking vegetable
been faded since my second show
fuck up till they send me home
clumsy what they call me
ball up top
when they settle scores
double A looking for a friend to smoke a pack with
when I die Ill be getting dome inside the open casket
everyone a theater kid
this life is so dramatic
everybody want the answer key
and Im the one who has it
Im not a person
just a product and a plague
no robotics
just a conscience thats always going to waste
we can settle in the octogon
Im trynna catch a fade
dont respond cause I dont like you
you can try another day
wow
hungover
two thirty
good lookin
stumble from the covers
hit the kitchen
whats cookin?
show up the show nonexistent
a cryptid
paparazzi clock me like trailcam footage
closed shades
closed eyes
time of my life
wasting my time
no brakes
went flying
sunken village no city like mine
if I get hurt again
theyre gonna cut me off
wipe the powder off the mirror
mix the limping with the wok
detox
and miss calls
faceplant
I show off
I know ball
but cant remember who I am
circle small
all my friends fucking hate me Im a mess
pills spilling out my pocket
while shes naked in my bed
Im at the family function
and Im wasted placing bets
already blacked out
but imma do this shit again
hungover
two thirty
good lookin
stumble from the covers
hit the kitchen
whats cookin?
show up the show nonexistent
a cryptid
paparazzi clock me like trailcam footage