Oh my god, I’m under the tide
I’m the poster child for [misjudging?
And I boast about my tropes and flaws
I’m cliffside and I’m posted, b#tch
On some sh#t
Told my daughter “Quick, hold the jif ‘cause I’m goin’ in”
RIP to my lost friends
Yeah I know one day I’ll be home again
I f#cked up
Yeah you know the drill
What else did you all expect, sh#t
At least I’m trying to be honest
Still, I’m stuck in this coma
Ay, I’m smoking some contaminant
Nasty, nauseous
You so f#cking gorgeous
I need to recharge and sh#t
I don’t even hold out my hands when I’m falling
The minute I think I’m important
Life shows me I’m not sh#t
It can turn to torment
If you linger too much on sh#t
Begging, [bartеr?]
I’m in my head, no lookout
Not a talker
B-b-b-aby I’m a downеr
I’m a savage
Baby I’m a goner
Can’t get out my bad ways
Baby I’m just a roamer
I got baggage
Throw out my composure
Break me off my balance
Baby I’m a downer
I’m a savage
Baby I’m a goner
Can’t get out my bad ways
Baby I’m just a roamer
I got baggage
Throw out my composure
Break me off my balance
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