LYRICS -
Picking pieces of my brain, outta my bloody nose.
I think there's fent in my cocaine, but i don't really wanna know.
She said I'm leaving, and don't give me a call.
...but my face is pressed up to the phone …
that artwork is fukin so sick. did you use ai to make it?
I enjoyed this one love the sound design here easy to absorb…
very nice, good work mate, keep it up
Smashed it π€