feed off me 
prod bashful

feed off of my blood
when you see me
and im like hey
i been going through hell lately
i got nothing to say
youre too pretty for a fucking lady

i slit my wrists you saw it fucking bleeding
im waiting season after season
said that youll change but you never mean it
why you always mad without a reason

i know i know it
im just a shitty poet
wrote this song drunk
wont remember i wrote it
im out in the streets
they like oh shit

i swim emotions like an ocean
i notice you wont dont the most for this
youre boasting it

feed off me prod bashful

@racing-to-hell
@racing-to-hell
@racing-to-hell
@racing-to-hell

rockstar till the grave
kill the publicity
dc streetys
someone make a mix of me its my dream

feed off me prod bashful

racing to hell