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I been doin' way too much
Kissing on the cuts
Throwing up blood in the back of the club
Tweaking off the drugs
Hiding from the sun
Fiending for the smut
I don't think I'll ever be enough
Kissing on the cuts
Throwing up blood in the back of the club
Tweaking off the drugs
Hiding from the sun
Fiending for the smut
Can we keep it on the low right now
Lights out
Told her: "Baby, pipe down, no sound."
It's a total blackout
Pop out
Imma tear the house down
Strike out
What if I see you
What if I see you
What if I see him
I think I'm ready to blow
I been doin' way too much
Kissing on the cuts
Throwing up blood in the back of the club
Tweaking off the drugs
Hiding from the sun
Fiending for the smut
I don't think I'll ever be enough
Kissing on the cuts
Throwing up blood in the back of the club
Tweaking off the drugs
Hiding from the sun
Fiending for the smut
What if I see him
I can't believe it
No pain to see you
You will not let me get away
I put my hand on the snow
Where skin once was there is not anymore
I think I'm ready to blow
My brains into the snow
That's underneath you
She sayin' that she sick of my shit
I don't take critique from a bitch
Seeping from my wrist to the floor
Cold light leaking from the door
Razor wrapped in tissue
Give a little more
Turn into a product
Feeling like a whore
Yeah, I'm drunk as fuck
Can we just fuck
Girls like me get addicted to the gore
So pathetic and intense, right
That's why I don't have like any friends, right
That's why I been late to evening plans, right
Shorty, I been up late howling at the moon
Didn't even rise til about noon
You don't wanna see me in a bad mood
Take a lil bite if I have to
Stack of fuckin' bodies gettin' ran through
What if I see you
What if I see you
What if I see him
I think I'm ready to blow
I been doin' way too much
Kissing on the cuts
Throwing up blood in the back of the club
Tweaking off the drugs
Hiding from the sun
Fiending for the smut
I don't think I'll ever be enough
Kissing on the cuts
Throwing up blood in the back of the club
Tweaking off the drugs
Hiding from the sun
Fiending for the smut
I could never give you what you want
Hollow insides
Caving in my lungs
Hiding in my bedroom
Covered in blood
Venom slowly leaking from the cut, cut, cut, cut
I could never give you what you
I don't say shit
I get money
I can't change shit
I get something
Defacing
I shoot nothing
Defensive
I get funding
Get funding
Get, get funding