am i bad

You can mock me like these kids do with broke necks
Eyeballs poppin like there blank sex no stress
Born still hanging from the tit well and not taught
Aging with the planet probably love cops so rot paid for
Should be used to color palettes every drop every orifice appendage
Every skin these humans got shit is not that massive is it
Love people fuck text give yourself you dont need that badly bleed on someone
else
The truth is with this cancelled and buzzwords
Ive been more than beating with these fingers
Yall heard
Can’t get kinky with it turn my back and yall is victims
Gotta flex the right things but i do not defend the system
I was up all on my own when I was speaking to the hawk
Way before my titties were a teddy talk nigga i
Police nothing i do not become it no fake woke or warrior
I think nothing of it
Becomes harder to innate likes or snap skin
I don’t fit the pretty that you all is in dont wanna win
Spare parts and plastic feathers
Bitch fights and hotter weather
See through the skin is breaking
Im a step outside the water
Comfort me
Im feeling feelin nasty in my mass am I bad am I bad am I bad?
All that matters is ive tried hard with all fours
Digging holes until the bone callouses is left alone
Watching what i love turning white and every day to death
Petting every morning cause i gotta check paranoid
Mirroring all the rest of every modern day fuck a test
Promise to each other it will be ok house arrest
Chewing through the holidays no idea how i am
Things have gotta give a bit i dont think making it