The friend of my enemy. I might get stabbed in the back.
When I die, I will come back
Ask me why I dress in black
It just represents my soul
In the coldness of this world
Die in a spin or a twirl
Die because of rumor
Drama is f/u ,c/.k/i/, n g absurd
Flipping a bird
I just forgive and forget
Cuss out a b/i,/t/c/h/ like I got some tourettes
Sneak outside and I light a cigarette
Sheesh — I am so stressed out
I might cut my f. u/ck/in, g neck now
People wanna obsess now
All because I got some danm clout.
It is such a cruel world
I wanna paint a picture and destroy it to show my accomplishments whirled
I stand inside a closet, I just scream at a mic, that's not what I call talent
I get so danm detached from reality, I do not notice my own absence
Sometimes I run out into the middle of the street full of ongoing traffic
Looking to see who will stop, who will drive, just to show that this type of shlt happens
Willing to martyr myself for no reason cause I wanna go out for something
Cause I'ma be danmed if I'm committing mu/.rder and then I just go out for nothing
For nothing