Horrid

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If you had a second in my shoes you'd say its horrid
 I feel like my time is coming, I might need a florist
 Speeding from my demons in my Mazda I floor it
 All alone, smoking zaza in big portions
 Dead man walking and his pocket full of corpses
 Feel like I'm going to hell and all the people here support it
 See my downfall, they take they phones out, record it
 That ain't real love, only love my performance
 That don't mean nothing to me
 Because I'm running low, I don't got no IV
 Am I coming back? I don't know, unlikely
 Had enough of that, I'm gone, no IP
 Then you act sad, crawl back, yeah, I see
 Right when them pockets up? yeah, that's good timing
 Sorry I don't give a fuck, now my heart icy
 Go ahead, tell the world they should never like me
 And my soul pricey, I mean so pricey, I'm still on my knees
 I be wishing shit was different every breath I breathe
 If you wanna live my life then have it, by all means
 In reality I know it's few that's on my team
 I know that's the sad truth, fuck it, I won't breathe
 I just po' another drink until I talk slowly
 Fuck it, I won't pop this, I don't wanna OD
 If you had a second in my shoes you'd say its horrid
 I feel like my time is coming, I might need a florist
 Speeding from my demons in my Mazda I floor it
 All alone, smoking zaza in big portions
 Dead man walking and his pocket full of corpses
 Feel like I'm going to hell and all the people here support it
 See my downfall, they take they phones out, record it
 That ain't real love, only love my performance
 You can try to keep playin' with me, I'll ignore it
 Try to break me, sign off, I'll endorse it
 Once I had a good heart but that was before it
 Turned to this, but I guess it's important
 To numb myself and don't trust all the sources
 And watch my step, don't wanna fuck up my forces
 I'ma bring hell, you gon' need reinforcements
 To watch a burnout make his way on the Forbes list
 Still think it's a shame, could've met halfway but you had bad taste
 It ain't my fault that it ended in a bad way
 Don't pick up your call, all you wanna do is add weight
 Alone when I walk down on the wrong pathway
 Can't put it out, livin' life without ashtrays
 Get your name out my mouth unless you got all your facts straight
 I don't ever get rest, too much, no tax break, yeah
 If you had a second in my shoes you'd say its horrid
 I feel like my time is coming, I might need a florist
 Speeding from my demons in my Mazda I floor it
 All alone, smoking zaza in big portions
 Dead man walking and his pocket full of corpses
 Feel like I'm going to hell and all the people here support it
 See my downfall, they take they phones out, record it
 That ain't real love, only love my performance
 Wild that it's like that but that's how it is
 Try to call them out, they gon' wanna act childish
 Speakin' highly of myself, they gon' say I'm wilding
 I don't really need to know what you think about it
 Laugh to the bank, walk away smiling
 Taking bags to the face until I see my eyelids
 I'm attached to the way that I grieve my sins
 I know that it's twisted I live like this
 Sometimes life really be a bitch I guess
 Maybe it's my fault, I'm too in my head
 I'm the only one to blame, it's all on my end
 It ain't nothing quite as beautiful as you my friend
 That been what I'm try to tell myself but I don't ever listen
 Search and rescue, think his mind went missing
 When I have a minute, asking god for forgiveness
 Guess that he ain't bringing everything on my wishlist
 If you had a second in my shoes you'd say its horrid
 I feel like my time is coming, I might need a florist
 Speeding from my demons in my Mazda I floor it
 All alone, smoking zaza in big portions
 Dead man walking and his pocket full of corpses
 Feel like I'm going to hell and all the people here support it
 See my downfall, they take they phones out, record it
 That ain't real love, only love my performance
 

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Duration
03:45
Key
1
Tempo
98 BPM

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