rouri404 - die lyrics
[rouri404 - die lyrics]
I been stumbling my way through life
Holding onto things that I know will die
Say she wanna fuck, but I can't think
Let alone even try
Knife creeping on your flesh, baby
Tell me if you even really feel alive
Drank too much, text you, bitch
I'm boutta slide
Blood is pouring out
Steel exposing your insides
Walking 'round neurotic
Always think I'm gonna die
Beartrap on my head
Got me ripping out my eyes
Soldered wounds shut, bitch
I'll make sure I survive
Cold case, cut throat
Locked up in the basement
Lungs are filled with asbestos, I messed up
Blade deep in your body
Feel your breath choke
Spirit's in these walls when you're here
Know they won't come around
Trauma flooding back, used to being told
"Don't make a sound"
Face down on the ground with my hands up
Watch your final breath through the
Screen of my camera
Left to die
You know you'll never find
Your way back home
Buried underneath years of snow
Bones are growing cold
Know we die alone
But I still need something with you
Got something to prove
I been stumbling my way through life
Holding onto things that I know will die
Say she wanna fuck, but I can't think
Let alone even try
Knife creeping on your flesh, baby
Tell me if you even really feel alive
Drank too much, text you, bitch
I'm boutta slide
Blood is pouring out
Steel exposing your insides
Walking 'round neurotic
Always think I'm gonna die
Beartrap on my head
Got me ripping out my eyes
Soldered wounds shut, bitch
I'll make sure I survive
Cold case, cut throat
Locked up in the basement
Lungs are filled with asbestos, I messed up
Blade deep in your body
Feel your breath choke
Holding onto things that I know will die
Say she wanna fuck, but I can't think
Let alone even try
Knife creeping on your flesh, baby
Tell me if you even really feel alive
Drank too much, text you, bitch
I'm boutta slide
Blood is pouring out
Steel exposing your insides
Walking 'round neurotic
Always think I'm gonna die
Beartrap on my head
Got me ripping out my eyes
Soldered wounds shut, bitch
I'll make sure I survive
Cold case, cut throat
Locked up in the basement
Lungs are filled with asbestos, I messed up
Blade deep in your body
Feel your breath choke
Spirit's in these walls when you're here
Know they won't come around
Trauma flooding back, used to being told
"Don't make a sound"
Face down on the ground with my hands up
Watch your final breath through the
Screen of my camera
Left to die
You know you'll never find
Your way back home
Buried underneath years of snow
Bones are growing cold
Know we die alone
But I still need something with you
Got something to prove
I been stumbling my way through life
Holding onto things that I know will die
Say she wanna fuck, but I can't think
Let alone even try
Knife creeping on your flesh, baby
Tell me if you even really feel alive
Drank too much, text you, bitch
I'm boutta slide
Blood is pouring out
Steel exposing your insides
Walking 'round neurotic
Always think I'm gonna die
Beartrap on my head
Got me ripping out my eyes
Soldered wounds shut, bitch
I'll make sure I survive
Cold case, cut throat
Locked up in the basement
Lungs are filled with asbestos, I messed up
Blade deep in your body
Feel your breath choke