StephenDoesDrugs - September 30th lyrics
[StephenDoesDrugs - September 30th lyrics]
Stopped giving fucks when September ends
Plus the rent did me dirty wrong
The rights from my friends
The girl of my dreams fucking left me again
The keg was too heavy cops
Came and busted it in flee away and leave my
Gravestone circled in red
Plus it's obvious that Gods
Plan intended me dead
Cause this bitch fucking laughed, threw
Shots to my head
When i tripped and hit anxieties got me again
Let it all go off
Let it all go off
What happens when i blow off
Steam that's been building so long
Fuse is running out of
Blast off red debris, fucked dreams
Fly more gracefully
Skip cut to the next scene
He pulls up and, I don't like he
Skip back a couple months
Realize, he was behind scenes
Watch how empty this house gets
When I move everything that I
Contribute to this mess
Tell you all these secrets they
Haven't found out yet
What did they find out next
Of course it's not coming from
My normal state of mind
But that's OK because you dot every line
Quick to chime in, when it's behind end
Grapevine friends
Send em all in with the papers and shit
Still on the last papers that we
Should'a shared as a friend
I sold my soul to the fucking owner already
Deeper and deeper my story goes
Through this picture book pop confetti
We never were ready
See, I knew that you were
Kissing the plot twist
And pulling the bagged head over my shoulder
Title holder
Whore with no emotions, therefore
I'm the controller, to
This game called electrics in my name
The four corners cut
Excuses to mop and clean up the
Dishes with no, further incisions
Fuck yeah making decisions
The rest is heavily scripted to first pick up
The dishes, and second save up your riches
And third
To get the fuck out of our paradise
Plus the rent did me dirty wrong
The rights from my friends
The girl of my dreams fucking left me again
The keg was too heavy cops
Came and busted it in flee away and leave my
Gravestone circled in red
Plus it's obvious that Gods
Plan intended me dead
Cause this bitch fucking laughed, threw
Shots to my head
When i tripped and hit anxieties got me again
Let it all go off
Let it all go off
What happens when i blow off
Steam that's been building so long
Fuse is running out of
Blast off red debris, fucked dreams
Fly more gracefully
Skip cut to the next scene
He pulls up and, I don't like he
Skip back a couple months
Realize, he was behind scenes
Watch how empty this house gets
When I move everything that I
Contribute to this mess
Tell you all these secrets they
Haven't found out yet
What did they find out next
Of course it's not coming from
My normal state of mind
But that's OK because you dot every line
Quick to chime in, when it's behind end
Grapevine friends
Send em all in with the papers and shit
Still on the last papers that we
Should'a shared as a friend
I sold my soul to the fucking owner already
Deeper and deeper my story goes
Through this picture book pop confetti
We never were ready
See, I knew that you were
Kissing the plot twist
And pulling the bagged head over my shoulder
Title holder
Whore with no emotions, therefore
I'm the controller, to
This game called electrics in my name
The four corners cut
Excuses to mop and clean up the
Dishes with no, further incisions
Fuck yeah making decisions
The rest is heavily scripted to first pick up
The dishes, and second save up your riches
And third
To get the fuck out of our paradise