SLIT WRISTS CLUB STAR ##LIGHTSOFF

Yah, Yah, Yah
*Adres*
It's like I can't even tell you, yah, yah

It's like they can't even tell you, when they dont fuck with you
Because like everything I'm doing is what they wanna do, okay
Slit wrists 10 times, how am I not dead yet?
Scratches on the back, zak hilton make her bed wet, yah
I'm in the backseat, fucked up, ten shots down
I might take another if she bring another round
You ain't nothing to me
Iwalk up in the spot I get my clothes for free
I walk in with your bitch, they takin' pictures of me
Okay they comin' to my show I'm who they wanna see
Lil bro we ain't friends stop callin' me
(Stop caaaalllinnn')
And I mean that, yah
This is not where u gon' get a rematch
Young emo kid, they wanna be that
I'm the one and fuckin' only labels see that, damn
It's crazy how I made the wave myself
It's crazy everything I rock I do it with no help
Yeah, you gotta get a stylist for yourself
I heard that bitch want me back cuz I'm not like nobody else (nah)
This a slit wrist sextape
How he spaz out on a six track mixtape?
Baby I don't even know
Wonder how I'm up bro, I do what you don't
And everybody know, yah they know I'm the one
My entire life is a try not to stunt
Your entire life is a try not to front
I might kill myself before this song is done