(Ayy yeah, fuck everything bitch)
(Hell, yeah)
(I don't wanna talk no more, hell yeah)
(I don't wanna talk no more, ayy)
I don't really want no weed, hell, yeah
I don't really want no friends, hell, yeah
I don't really need no whip, hell, yeah
I don't really want no ends, hell, yeah
I don't really want no weed, hell, yeah
I don't really want no friends, hell, yeah
I don't really need no whip, hell, yeah
I don't really want no ends, hell, yeah
I don't really want no bitch, hell, yeah
I don't really want no top, hell, yeah
I don't really want no hope (paah)
I don't really want no hoe, hell, yeah
I don't really want no life, hell, yeah
I don't even really wanna die, hell, yeah
I don't really wanna do shit, bitch
World got me down and I wanna just quit, hell, yeah
I don't wanna play no shows, hell, yeah
I don't wanna make no clothes, hell, yeah
I don't wanna write you a verse (bitch, yeah)
I don't wanna talk no more
I don't really want no weed, hell, yeah
I don't really want no friends, hell, yeah
I don't really need no whip, hell, yeah
I don't really want no ends, hell, yeah
I don't really want no weed, hell, yeah
I don't really want no friends, hell, yeah
I don't really need no whip, hell, yeah
I don't really want no ends
This world is a school
No one expects to stay in school forever
Sever the limbs off my torso and burn what remains
Shouts out to Coheed
I would not be alive if I gave in to one of the times
That I wanted to be six feet deep beneath all of our feet
Hey, given up, on giving up, I found a
Reason to be in hopes, you will deify me
I'm sick of writing, I would rather be in Andromeda
That way, it would take a billion years for you to find me
Candle wax burns on her back
In the shape of a pentacle (shape of a pentacle)
(Ayy yeah, fuck everything bitch)
(Hell, yeah)
(I don't wanna talk no more, hell yeah)
(I don't wanna talk no more, ayy)
I don't really want no weed, hell, yeah
I don't really want no friends, hell, yeah
I don't really need no whip, hell, yeah
I don't really want no ends, hell, yeah
I don't really want no weed, hell, yeah
I don't really want no friends, hell, yeah
I don't really need no whip, hell, yeah
I don't really want no ends, hell, yeah
I don't really want no bitch, hell, yeah
I don't really want no top, hell, yeah
I don't really want no hope (paah)
I don't really want no hoe, hell, yeah
I don't really want no life, hell, yeah
I don't even really wanna die, hell, yeah
I don't really wanna do shit, bitch
World got me down and I wanna just quit, hell, yeah
I don't wanna play no shows, hell, yeah
I don't wanna make no clothes, hell, yeah
I don't wanna write you a verse (bitch, yeah)
I don't wanna talk no more
I don't really want no weed, hell, yeah
I don't really want no friends, hell, yeah
I don't really need no whip, hell, yeah
I don't really want no ends, hell, yeah
I don't really want no weed, hell, yeah
I don't really want no friends, hell, yeah
I don't really need no whip, hell, yeah
I don't really want no ends
This world is a school
No one expects to stay in school forever
Sever the limbs off my torso and burn what remains
Shouts out to Coheed
I would not be alive if I gave in to one of the times
That I wanted to be six feet deep beneath all of our feet
Hey, given up, on giving up, I found a
Reason to be in hopes, you will deify me
I'm sick of writing, I would rather be in Andromeda
That way, it would take a billion years for you to find me
Candle wax burns on her back
In the shape of a pentacle (shape of a pentacle)