#zombiemode

[Intro]
I don't feel a thing, No I feel nothing
I'm at your bitch house, in the hills, smoking
Even off the drugs, I be still glowing
And even off the wock, I be still smoking
Zombie mode activated
And my pockets swollen
If he talking shit, leave his face swollen
I need a purple slip just to fake that I'm sick
They don't understand what I'm on, they say that I swi-

[Chorus]
Hahahaha, you fucking up
I got a whole plethora of shit that I am serving up
I'm in the elevator, bitch I'm coming up
No I will not save her (fuck you)
Just to sum it up
Why do you tell me—why do you tell me things?
Can't you tell the—tell the way that I bleed?
No one can help me
All this pain's piling
So I sit here alone at the park on a swing

[Verse 1]
I can't take this
I can't say it
I'll delay it
I'll relay it
Need to tell you
Need some help too
But I'm scared to
It might kill you
This is so childish
Wish I could say more
It's a lotta violence (ouch)
On my bathroom floor
I know you'll get violent
You see me as a chore
I know you won't like it
I'm worried 'bout prices

[Chorus]
Hahahaha, you fucking up
I got a whole plethora of shit that I am serving up
I'm in the elevator, bitch I'm coming up
No I will not save her (fuck you)
Just to sum it up
Why do you tell me—why do you tell me things?
Can't you tell the—tell the way that I bleed?
No one can help me
All this pain's piling
So I sit here alone at the park on a swing

[Verse 2]
We're not cooling (we are not friends)
I hate you truly
You fucking use me
It makes me kooky
I finally fucking left
Did it for me
Now you calling
How the fuck you calling?
Who the fuck you think you are?
You know what you did bitch
So many racks inside my jeans, I'm walking with a limp bitch
I just copped a whole new chain she saw me and she kissed it (mwah)
I just made some power plays, I know that you are pissed bitch

[Chorus]
Hahahaha, you fucking up
I got a whole plethora of shit that I am serving up
I'm in the elevator, bitch I'm coming up
No I will not save her (fuck you)
Just to sum it up
Why do you tell me—why do you tell me things?
Can't you tell the—tell the way that I bleed?
No one can help me
All this pain's piling
So I sit here alone at the park on a swing

[Outro]
I don't feel a thing, No I feel nothing
I'm at your bitch house, in the hills, smoking
Even off the drugs, I be still glowing
And even off the wock, I be still smoking
And my pockets swollen
If he talking shit, leave his face swollen
I need a purple slip just to fake that I'm sick
They don't understand what I'm on, they say that I switched