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Bitch you better fuckin' die
Now you're offline
Genocide inside my mind
Now you better lie
I rather be online
I wanna fuckin' die
Bitch you're always on my mind
You better get in line
Bitch you better fuckin' die
Now you're offline
Genocide inside my mind
Now you better lie
I rather be online
I wanna fuckin' die
Bitch you're always on my mind
You better get in line
All these sluts around me
I don't know what they're talkin'
Should've take the fuckin' knife
Bitch you better be offline
Always want it more, please
My life is so unlucky
I'ma break her fuckin' heart
And rip her spine
I'ma be your slut
Cut me if you wann'
Cut up my skin up
Then break my heart
Cuts on my wrist
And cuts on my face
It's another day
I am dying, you don't care
She said Joms you're my idol
I don't think I should be 'cause I'm fuckin' suicidal
Getting fucked up everyday, it's a spiral
Think I need a fuckin' narcan for revival
Okay cuts cuts cuts cuts cuts
On my fucking wrists
You don't have to tell me, I deserve it, I'm a piece of shit
Okay drugs drugs drugs drugs drugs
Wanna fuckin' quit
Only time I ever feel fine's when I'm fuckin' lit
I don't wanna share 'cause its all mine
I feel like fuckin' Tracy 'cause she's callin' me on face-time
Got my bitch down on all fours, like a k9
Off the fuckin' bars and the coke at the same time
Did you know, I'm fuckin' fried off the one hitter
I just wanna get worse, not get better
I could prolly turn your bitch to a leg spreader
All this stress up in my brain, it's immense pressure
I'ma be your slut
Cut me if you wann'
Cut up my skin up