scatterbrain

Oh my god, I’m under the tide
I’m the poster child for
And I boast about my tropes and flaws
I’m cliffside and I’m posted, bitch
On some shit
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 fucked up
Yeah you know the drill
What else did you all expect, shit
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 fucking gorgeous
I need to recharge and shit
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 shit
It can turn to torment
If you linger too much on shit
Begging,
fucking with my boss, sure
I can’t do no cop out, fuck a
I’m in my head, no lookout
Not a talker