Shopping for formaldehyde 'cause all my friends are dying Another rapper dead last Sunday, I'm sick of the word trying Lines at the memorial and more when we get home 'Cause we're so cool if we drop dead they'll be someone to phone
Watching from the outside, hands on the sharp fence Ignorance is bliss and I guess you're joyous, content I love you, oh I love you but you're dripping through the faucet And I guess I won't sell that black dress that is in my closet
It's true you don't give shits 'bout me I'm not here for the test Push my limits carelessly, text sorry with an x I'm strong but you're my cheerleader or you can get to fuck My energy is precious and to get near it's pure luck
Watching from the outside, hands on the sharp fence Ignorance is bliss and I guess you're joyous, content I love you, oh I love you but you're dripping through the faucet And I guess I won't sell that black dress that is in my closet
Wait by your telly for the next fall to arrive So we can cry for ten minutes then go on 'bout our time I clawed my way out of the mud, and I saved my own life And I wish that forever I could hold you by my side And I wish that forever there was no more last goodbyes And I wish that forever I could take the pain and fly And I wish that forever I could slay the beast to die
Compositores: Ilan Samuel Rubin (Ilan Rubin), Imad Roy El-amine, Jasmine Bean Adams (Jazmin Bean) ECAD: Obra #43318847