MATE IT HURT

[Verse: BRUXISM, NA$TII]
Fixing races with my conscience, cop a 40 for that nonsense
I'm so bored of being conscious, anxious paranoid and nauseous
I'm to weak to build a tolerance, but way to strong to care
Burn the cigarette 'til ashes picking butts out of my hair
Don’t fucking care, the only thing that I have left to do is die
Watch me rot away for years, you act surprised a fucking lie
Pretty pills and orange bottles in my casket, only right
Leave me facedown in the ditch, off 60 milligrams of white
This a semi-final suicide, the kind that makes you stare
Because nothing makеs me feel alive like falling out my chair
Calling up my hookup tryna cash out on a scarе
But he knows I'm not the kind of kid to lash out unprepared
Bloody noses how my throat is dripping vision starts to fade
Poison dragging through system cutting years off like a blade
Feel the resin on my walls I judge the time by grams I’ve weighed
Toxins oh my god I’ve lost it bleach my fabric and just wait
Drag my body off the carpet just so I can get retarded
I don't wanna feel like garbage but I still don't have the knowledge
With the money that I spend, I bet that I could pay for college
But the only kind of lectures that I get is from my father
Sick and tired anxious, nauseous, I’m not cautious I’m a corpse
Try to sleep it’s fucking pointless, my reality is warped
Please don’t tell me how to stop, I do the wrong shit 'til it’s worse
I can’t stop it, fucking lawless self destruction just occurs

[Chorus: BRUXISM, NASTII]
Make it hurt, bitch, please just make it hurt
Make it hurt, bitch, please just make it hurt
Make it hurt, bitch, please just make it hurt
Make it hurt, bitch, please just make it hurt
Make it hurt, bitch, please just make it hurt
Make it hurt, bitch, please just make it hurt
Make it hurt, bitch, please just make it hurt
Make it hurt, bitch, please just make it hurt