Produced by Michael Harrison

Lyrics:

Sat thinking about it all 
I fucking hate it all
I fucking hate them all
I fucking hate it all

Lately I don't like myself
Grabbing pills straight from my shelf
I know that I'm not well
I guess that time will tell
So tell me what you want from me 
I'm tired of being blunt
I'm tired of begging for the things that we both fucking want

Running out of things to say
Baby why do you act this way
Baby why'd you throw it away
Baby why'd you throw it away

(It's such a fucking waste 
Sat thinking about it all 
I fucking hate it all
It's such a fucking waste
I fucking hate them all
I fucking hate it all)

Sat thinking about it all 
I fucking hate it all
I fucking hate them all
I fucking hate it all

Lately I don't like myself
Grabbing pills straight from my shelf
I know that I'm not well
I guess that time will tell
So tell me what you want from me 
I'm tired of being blunt
I'm tired of begging for the things that we both fucking want



why'd you throw it away

Produced by shxytsu & 13thall
Lyrics:

Lots of dirty drugs turning up inside my stomach
I was chewing on a 2mg It almost made me vomit
She's blowing up my phone say she miss me I don't want it
She's saying that she hates me, wants to fuck me bitch how ironic 
I took the coating off the oxy I'm feeling like a saint
I think I lost braincells of kpins I cannot feel my brain
I'm coming up off molly rocks I think that I'm gonna faint
I'm fucking with a freaky bitch her face she "wants me to paint"

A bad ass bitch a masochist n all she wants is pain
She's just a little puppy girl she just wants to be tamed
Once I got a taster I could never change
You're broke as fuck you beg your boys for some petty change
I got your hoe up on my line cuz she said she needs "change"
It's funny cuz I told her all the same shit but I won't change


Lots of dirty drugs turning up inside my stomach
I was chewing on a 2mg It almost made me vomit
She's blowing up my phone say she miss me I don't want it
She's saying that she hates me, wants to fuck me bitch how ironic 
I took the coating off the oxy I'm feeling like a saint
I think I lost braincells of kpins I cannot feel my brain
I'm coming up off molly rocks I think that I'm gonna faint
I'm fucking with a freaky bitch her face she "wants me to paint"

bbug

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