leaf
Perobug
GENRE
[Verse]
"I make money, you just sit there and stare"
I don't care about a bitch no more
In my messages acting like you don't want nothing more
You were livin' in my head, I don't need a bracket or an underscore
Sit at home, I'm doing chores, try to fix that fuckin' laptop
Getting up, go to the store, too fixated on the cameras
Heart is always gon' be torn, wasting all of my stamina
Feeling different off an Adderall, get the blood out of the drawer
Out the drawer, drawer, heart stays changing colors
Sit on call with them for hours, made sure my microphone was loudеr
Look at pictures of the flowers, picking up all of thе leaves
Leave the weeds in the ground, I can't say I miss that town
Get that jacket out of lost and found
See you around, I get forgotten about, sticking out of the crowd
Can't process sound, but I'll figure it out
You say you would rather drown, then I'll make sure you go down
Oh, "I'm not worried 'bout a bitch 'cause I can't get paid"
Why'd you say you got fucking Glocks in the back and they spray
I don't add to your environment, I told you that's okay
Wake up, one in the morning, wanna die
I'm not askin' for nobody, words cannot make me cry, or lie
I can't stay trying to act fine
I would never harm a life, I would rather die
Breathing chemicals that go straight to my mind
Acting like I asked, then nevermind
I hate my life and I'll say it for the 10th fucking time
I don't care if you're never alright
Fuck that keyboard, bitch, I don't care what you type
And I hate doing this, it feels wrong trying to try
I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about it at night
Nobody likes me but that doesn't make it right
"I make money, you just sit there and stare"
I don't care about a bitch no more
In my messages acting like you don't want nothing more
You were livin' in my head, I don't need a bracket or an underscore
Sit at home, I'm doing chores, try to fix that fuckin' laptop
Getting up, go to the store, too fixated on the cameras
Heart is always gon' be torn, wasting all of my stamina
Feeling different off an Adderall, get the blood out of the drawer
Out the drawer, drawer, heart stays changing colors
Sit on call with them for hours, made sure my microphone was loudеr
Look at pictures of the flowers, picking up all of thе leaves
Leave the weeds in the ground, I can't say I miss that town
Get that jacket out of lost and found
See you around, I get forgotten about, sticking out of the crowd
Can't process sound, but I'll figure it out
You say you would rather drown, then I'll make sure you go down
Oh, "I'm not worried 'bout a bitch 'cause I can't get paid"
Why'd you say you got fucking Glocks in the back and they spray
I don't add to your environment, I told you that's okay
Wake up, one in the morning, wanna die
I'm not askin' for nobody, words cannot make me cry, or lie
I can't stay trying to act fine
I would never harm a life, I would rather die
Breathing chemicals that go straight to my mind
Acting like I asked, then nevermind
I hate my life and I'll say it for the 10th fucking time
I don't care if you're never alright
Fuck that keyboard, bitch, I don't care what you type
And I hate doing this, it feels wrong trying to try
I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about it at night
Nobody likes me but that doesn't make it right
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