Lyrics:

Blowing my shit like I'm Kurt Cobain
Numbing my pain with the crack cocaine
I'm content with death, so I don't complain
And I cant feel my hands
Get me out of this place
I'm not even 17 years old, I can't keep my balance
I'm falling down, yeah
The anti-depressents are eating my brain, I shoot away Screaming no sound, yeah
Just please fuck off, and leave me alone
And dont even think about calling my phone
I fucking hate all of you
Carry my bones
I'll always be king
And sit on my throne 
Running up to your door
Then I knock knock
Spinning around your block
In a drop top, slide, then I pop pop
Fucking with my business
I'm feeling relentless
Huffing on whippits 
Looking at pictures
Didn't know much I needed forgiveness
Used to smoke a page out of a bible
Judgement Day, I'm ready for revival
Feeling pain, a never ending cycle
Breaking point, I'm turning to a psycho
Careful with your words
Cause today could be the day
Ya'll are ripping me apart, like I'm paper mache
Ya'll wont ever understand
Ya'll cant ever feel my pain
Ya'll just play me like a game
So don't act like we the same
Fucking all these bitches, and sippin on patron
If you wanna do some drugs
I can show you how I roll
If you wanna blow your brains
I can show you how it goes
If you want a 100k, bitch I keep it by the door
Bitch I'll tape your mouth
And chain your feet
The demons out
Accept defeat
A plague, a disease
I'm out this bitch
I hate to see
I wanna meet my maker, please

Sunny - Meet My Maker (prod.gothhelma)

A faceless, self destructive, galactic consciousness in a flesh bag. 

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