ALL I KNOW [PROD. BY DOWNTIME]

Ischemic middle finger, I’m out of fucks to give 
I’m outta ways to tell you ion care about a thing 
When I do, dial tone, let the phone ring 

homebody 
Til im a body left at home 
This one’s for the dead 
Ima drink myself to death 
Sick of being in my head 
All alone 
Television on to kill the silence that I generate in private 
I’m as tired as ever 
Frail to the winter weather 
bones ache muscle fiber tender 
joints screaming in surrender 
eyes heavy as madea 
Allow me to make one final gesture 

Ischemic middle finger, I’m out of fucks to give 
I’m outta ways to tell you ion care about a thing 
When I do, dial tone, let the phone ring 

If only I could sing, maybe then love would permeate the air like Phil Collins, facing real problems, pills often make matters worse thoughts disperse when I’m off em 
Flesh hot to the touch 
Fresh double Dutch, jump, it’s the same incessant process as making progress in life 
Miss, reset, jump twice and fail til you die 

Ischemic middle finger to the sky I’m out of fucks to give 
I’m outta ways to tell you ion care about a thing 
When I do, dial tone, let the phone ring

Ischemia prod sketti x masmai

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