Glass

[Verse]
Five in the morning, got school inna minute
I’m going numb, put some glass shards in it
Pain in my cup and I’m outside with it
I don’t trust her, Mr.Brightside with it
I wanna fuck, it’s a problem, admit it
I am no fein, I been fighting addiction
Hiding my face and my heart, you can’t get it
Life is mess and you get what you give it

[Hook]
Why are you talking me, uh
I might just step out the box, uh
Why are you staring at me, uh
I wanna rip out ur tongue, uh
I don’t like people you see, uh
'Cause I really hate all you fucks, uh
And no you can’t feed off of me, uh
'Cause I really hate all you fucks