bitch i was raised right/
-but, i’m still a mother fucker
got my stomach stuck up, pins and needle, 
sorry dad- i won’t make this supper

i’m not popping uppers, still can’t keep food down/
two fingers in my throat-everytime im get-thing boofed out/


what the fuck, 
is wrong with me, 
huh?

idk 
bitch, 
here, ask my- gut

2x

swear- i feel like puking, 
but there’s nothing in my stomach - i’m just putrid
-toxins fucking up my movement
i’m just stupid

swear i- feel like nothing
confidence is up but i am literally bluffing

i mean look at me/

yung string bean/
mama used to call me lurk
and yes i’m still a fiend/
i just wish my stummy didn’t hurt;
i won’t get clean
cuz my wallets in the dirt

i’m scaring my whole team

but,   wontchu come w me?
i cannot lie, i won’t say you won’t bleed

but we hoping for the best, ain’t we
but we hoping for the best, ain’t we

i hope u never have to deal with how i eat

GUT!

EAMOB