SNICKERS

SNICKERS

[ Verse l: Grimes ]
Sittin on the couch zoned out as shit
With my homies but still lonely as shit
Tap out after one little hit
Feel my lungs get packed with regret
No more slackin get to actin
I'm a tragedy in passing
Tell my pals get off their asses
Help me with my fucking vids
The fuck is up with this one
Fucked off the mids
Fucking hate that shit
Still truck on regardless
It's not that i'm honest
I just lost my defenses
I just lost my incentive
To keep goin on endlessly
Doctor tryna give me fucking benzos
Just to help me sleep
That's how i know that
My hell runs deep
Flow like kelp on this beat
But doesn't help that i keep
Complexes i had since i was like twelve or thirteen
In my mind
All the time

Roke