| I’m riddled with anxiety |
| I’m sick of fucking tryna sleep |
| Honestly it’s killing me |
| So don’t sit there and lie to me |
| Pretending nothing’s wrong, it’s material for these songs |
| We won’t get along any fucking longer if you carry on |
| Persistent assistance from a heavy addiction |
| Conflict with my day to day life |
| When I’m lifted, trust me, I don’t wanna fit in anyway |
| I’m so fucking sick and tired, ready to explode |
| Put your fucking foot down, boy, accelerate |
| I’m so fucking sick and tired, ready to explode |
| Put your fucking foot down, boy, accelerate |
| Kill confirmed, kill confirmed |
| Down in hell you gonna burn |
| With all the other traitors and murderers who didn’t learn from me |
| Could’ve shown you how to slice a body effectively |
| But aggressively, still |
| Bitch, you could have been a pro just like me |
| Kill confirmed, kill confirmed |
| Down in hell you gonna burn |
| With all the other traitors and murderers who didn’t learn from me |
| Could’ve shown you how to slice a body effectively |
| But aggressively, still |
| Bitch, you could have been a pro just like me |