Robstar - Pills lyrics

I got pills on my mind i'll be fine
I'll be fine (I'll be fine)
And I feel the chills as they're rollin'
Down my spine won't you look me in my eyes?
Won't you look me in my eyes (In my eyes)

Just another day
Honestly I don't know if I'm okay
Smoking my blunt and my problems away
Until the second that I can't
Feel my fuckin' face
While I'm still sayin' that I'm okay
You know that I'm doing it "my way"
Motherfucker my way or the highway
And you don't wanna get tied down
When I'm switchin' up my lanes

Diggin' up my grave
Just to make sure I'm actually dead inside
Mutterin' words while I'm grabbin' the knife
And carvin' them into the stone as they lay
Don't you talk to me about pain
You should know I know the taste
Of your blood all over my tongue
And you shovelin' dirt on my face
I got pills on my mind i'll be fine
I'll be fine (I'll be fine)
And I feel the chills as
They're rollin' down my spine
Won't you look me in my eyes?
Won't you look me in my eyes (In my eyes)

Nothin' to face, with nothin' to live for
Grabbin' the gun while you're pounding
Down at my door
I'm a disgrace, right down to my core
You could kill me right now
And let the blood pour
Let the blood pour from the
Thing you say you adore
Let the blood pour, baby let the blood pour
How much can you endure from
The thing you abhor? I can't take any more
Just let the blood pour

I can't watch
The things we used to watch on the weekend
Used to be "in love" but
These days we barely speakin'
All these emo rappers keep on
Writing bout their demons
But they gon' see true evil on
The day I finally meet em
I pop pills, keep it classy, not a fiend and
If you pulling up tonight you
Gonna leave here bleeding
Im not happy it's just the
Way that I see things they want my energy
So I guess ill fuckin' feed em
Gucci jacket, out the packet
If you wanna step to fox bitch I
Might switch and fucking back it
All my friends they fucking hate me grab
My wrist and fuckin' slash it
Might just pull up in the Aldi ill lean
Out and fucking slap it at your head
At your chest boy you not gon' live today
Bury bodies in the woods then catch
A flight out the UK
In my 20's getting worried I
Might never see LA
3 charges on my back but fuck
It bitch imma beat the case, yeah