Letras
(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