prod. wolet

I needa get off the internet
The cycle's spinning — FUCK
Way too insiderate
I'll burn my ashes

Hearing and feeling it
I hit the car — I didn’t
Stain my carpet
With all your blood

A wasted life when you’re saving her
A carcass on the leaves — godly
Bedient, nobody listens
Wait till you see her

Blood from your wrist out
I’m such a loser, so pathetic
Parts of your gun
Decapitate your legs — now you're running for fun

Internet

i don't know

my boyfriend likes music too, lmao

Internet

bastard