All Day

Yea i got a thing or two
That id like to say
But i been fucked up all day
Now they wanna see me go big or go home
Now they wanna see me go big or go home
Yea i got a couple things
On my mind im not fine
But i been passed out all day
Now they wanna see me dead
Or with drugs up in my head
I dont want to get out of bed
Cause this bitch keeps leaving me on read
I dont really do that much
I just make a few songs
For the people of the internet
Yea yea yea
I might fly away
Yea yea yea
To a place where nobody knows me

Gеt the fuck out my head
Leavе me lone
I say fml
Cause i dont feel whole
Nobody can really tell
I try to explain
Why the fuck i dont feel swell
I ain't been feeling great
Tell me how many drugs
Does it take?
Theres no warmth left in a hug
I wear a fake ass face
The nicotine
Dont hit me the way that it used too
Its sickening remembering how you used me