Bloodsucker

Lyrics

[Intro: Jon Mess] Check your ballot and vote this dick, right? You gotta eat, right? You gotta eat, right? [Verse 1: Jon Mess] I'm not looking down and then looking away I'mma cook a brat like I cook a filet Nobody out here has been talking to Dave Will ain't even liking what you had to say Do you even love her? Do you even love her? That's your own mother Bloodsucker [Pre-Chorus: Tilian] Somehow, you can breathe somehow What a waste of paradise, sucking life [Chorus: Tilian] You've become predictable, way you play is typical Settled in the victim's role, you flourish in the pain [Verse 2: Jon Mess] I figure that was another ass hard ass part My coke's inside this bloodied rag I'm in a stats class, smoking backpack pie chart With a grove of muddy greaser bees [Refrain: Jon Mess] Check your ballot and vote this dick, right? You gotta eat, right? You gotta eat, right? Do you even love her? Do you even love her? That's your own mother Bloodsucker [Chorus: Tilian, Tilian & Jon Mess] You've become predictable, way you play is typical Settled in the victim's role, you flourish in the pain Face facts, you'd love to be attacked The retroactive pieces fit to match all your embellishments Settled in the victim's role, you flourish in the pain [Bridge: Tilian, Jon Mess] I will watch you suffer like a good consumer should Popcorn in my belly tells me you're misunderstood Wait, I feel nothing Am I becoming desensitized to virtue touting? Judgments, they're scowling Pigeons, they're howling Nobody stops to listen You gotta be on alcohol to hang out in a shopping mall There's nothing left to buy that isn't cheaper online The only reason I'm alive is waiting for the A.I To do some tight shit and lemme suck its fucking dick She like it puffy and comfy and lumpy Go make your ass a frumpy dumpy, bro [Chorus: Tilian, Tilian & Jon Mess] You've become predictable, way you play is typical Settled in the victim's role, you flourish in the pain Face facts, you'd love to be attacked The retroactive pieces fit to match all your embellishments Settled in the victim's role, you flourish in the pain Can't take it back, accusations, fact Denial becomes evidence to crucify the innocent Settled in the victim's role, he'll anguish in the pain