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And all that time that I spent
Needing forgiveness for sins
That I dwelt on every waking moment
Thinking 'bout my end
All the time that I wasted
Looking at your pretty face
Makes me wanna reassess
All the damage that you made
I been thinking about my death as of late
Tell me how it's gonna go, what's the case
What's the place what's the time
Demons catching up to me
Something's going under me
I cannot talk no more cause
Something's going under me
Told me Saturdays were better
For the sadder kids
"like wake the fuck up you don't
Even got a license yet" (oh no)
I was seventeen the first time
That I made a thousand
Off some papers that I wrote
For little ungrateful bastards (fuck em)
Didn't really to get to have my
Own 18th year of my life
They don't wanna know all the
Pain that it caused, all that strife
Don't come at me bitch I told
You that I work for pay
I don't owe you, nor do I owe you
So don't come near me
And if I die today what you even say to me?
(you wouldn't say shit)
Breathless, laying in the dirt
You couldn't say a thing
They tell us "love our brothers"
We don't love each other
We all love our mothers
Our only sense of comfort
So during these dark periods
Who the fuck do we look up to?
Is it me? Is it you?
Is it the boy above you?
Want you to look at the poison
All of the shit that they're feeding you
My music is like my graffiti to
All of the world around
And all that time that I spent
Needing forgiveness for sins
That I dwelt on every waking moment
Thinking 'bout my end
All the time that I wasted
Looking at your pretty face
Makes me wanna reassess
All the damage that you
I been thinking 'bout my death as of late
I been thinking 'bout my death as of late
Needing forgiveness for sins
That I dwelt on every waking moment
Thinking 'bout my end
All the time that I wasted
Looking at your pretty face
Makes me wanna reassess
All the damage that you made
I been thinking about my death as of late
Tell me how it's gonna go, what's the case
What's the place what's the time
Demons catching up to me
Something's going under me
I cannot talk no more cause
Something's going under me
Told me Saturdays were better
For the sadder kids
"like wake the fuck up you don't
Even got a license yet" (oh no)
I was seventeen the first time
That I made a thousand
Off some papers that I wrote
For little ungrateful bastards (fuck em)
Didn't really to get to have my
Own 18th year of my life
They don't wanna know all the
Pain that it caused, all that strife
Don't come at me bitch I told
You that I work for pay
I don't owe you, nor do I owe you
So don't come near me
And if I die today what you even say to me?
(you wouldn't say shit)
Breathless, laying in the dirt
You couldn't say a thing
They tell us "love our brothers"
We don't love each other
We all love our mothers
Our only sense of comfort
So during these dark periods
Who the fuck do we look up to?
Is it me? Is it you?
Is it the boy above you?
Want you to look at the poison
All of the shit that they're feeding you
My music is like my graffiti to
All of the world around
And all that time that I spent
Needing forgiveness for sins
That I dwelt on every waking moment
Thinking 'bout my end
All the time that I wasted
Looking at your pretty face
Makes me wanna reassess
All the damage that you
I been thinking 'bout my death as of late
I been thinking 'bout my death as of late