Produced by Rosesleeves
Additional Vocals by Noahh

Lyrics-
(They hate it when I kid
I’m not joking need my fix bitch
Tired of the playing
Under the hex of a witch yes
I think I'm finally sick yes
Ay, yes, ay)

They hate it when I kid
I’m not joking need my fix
I told them I’m a poet
Laughed until they were in stitches
Tired of the playing
Under the hex of a witch yes
Been a two three years
And I think I'm finally sick yes
Juggling a soul now I don't know where it is
Energy is dark carry the wind of the finches
I remember nothing when I look at all the pictures
And I know they’re lying told me that they wanna live yeah

Don’t look me in the eye and tell me things you told another
I’ve lived it all before it don’t apply already been there
Tell me what I mean not in the arms of a lover
Wondering if they cared
Crushing up a memory
Break in to expose the details
Some things should be kept inside
They’re fit for breaking people
Watercolour sunsets
Running out of pigment
Living in the grey
Should’ve warned me that it’s lethal
Stuck in between these four walls
I’d never say it’s your fault
The sinking lasts for hours
But I’m trying my best to live more
Don’t know if you’re upset
Or if you’re just faded
We spend all our days
Tryna work out how to be painless
Nothing til I’ve made it
Tired of being faceless
Just wanna be first in line
Before the day I’m braindead
Can’t live with the one time
Not ‘bout being famous
Tryna reinvent the ouroboros I was born in

They hate it when I kid
I’m not joking need my fix
I told them I’m a poet
Laughed until they were in stitches
Tired of the playing
Under the hex of a witch yes
Been a two three years
And I think I'm finally sick yes
Juggling a soul now I don't know where it is
Energy is dark carry the wind of the finches
I remember nothing when I look at all the pictures
And I know they’re lying told me that they wanna live yeah

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