Lyrics

423 motherfucker Blackhole city No way (I'm giving up on this) Disdain (conflict of interest) Okay (with how I live like shit) And then I'm on to the next one My brain (is made of wet concrete) My blood is calling and it smells so sweet I think I'm losing my head Can't even sleep in my own bed I tried my best My great regret I'm just a mess Just better off dead Don't talk, just think Lemme slip into my drink Just ride, just slide Until you're totally upset Then grow, explode Because you wanna be alone Then try, then die It makes total fucking sense