Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt F
Composer
Lyrics
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Blood on the backseat but I still ain't died yet
All these damn drugs gonna make my fucking brain melt
Cut myself a few times but I still don't got help
If I kill myself, leave my soul to rot in hell
Stop talking to me, I don't care about that bullshit
Devil is the god, he the one I really worship
Boy you look cooked, like what the fuck is that outfit
Put some more pink, you gon' look just like a faggot
Yeah
I don't really know what the fuck that was
I'm just going with the flow right now
Trust me
Let's go
Yeah, what the fuck is up
We gon' turn up to your clique and we gon' shoot it up
Yeah, hey, what the fuck is that
Fucking kill myself and fuck a coming back to life
You ain't gotta say shit, I already know
While you crying like a bitch, I ball like a pro
You make 6 figures max, I make 10 more
If you're lacking with your bitch, I kill both of you
Fuck another feature, I do this by myself
When I look into your face I wanna kill myself
Going to the gym won't change a thing about my mental health
I really like blood, yeah I think I need some fucking help
Stop talking to me, I don't care about that bullshit
Devil is the god, he the one I really worship
Boy you look cooked, like what the fuck is that outfit
Put some more pink, you gon' look just like a faggot
Writer(s): Matt F
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