| All white Gucci suit, I’m feeling righteous, yeah
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| I know that the truth is hard to digest, yeah
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| Five or six pills in my right hand, yeah
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| Codeine runneth over on my nightstand
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| Takin' medicine to fix all of the damage
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| My anxiety the size of a planet (Yeah, ooh)
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| Holes in my skull, over time
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| My heart’s over ice (Woah)
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| Over ice, I’m freezing
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| Beautiful eyes, deceiving
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| We may die this evening
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| Coughing, wheezing, bleeding
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| High, I’m an anxious soul
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| Blood moons are my eyes, stay low
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| Red and black, they glow
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| Under attack, in my soul
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| When it’s my time, I’ll know
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| Never seen a hell so cold
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| Yeah, we’ll make it out, I’ll know
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| We’ll run right through the flames, let’s go (Go)
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| All white Gucci suit, I’m feeling righteous, yeah
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| I know that the truth is hard to digest, yeah
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| Five or six pills in my right hand, yeah
|
| Codeine runneth over on my nightstand
|
| Taking medicine to fix all of the damage
|
| My anxiety the size of a planet (Yeah, ooh)
|
| Holes in my skull, over time
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| My heart’s over ice (Woah, uh)
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| I’m in too deep
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| Can’t swim like me
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| We’re drowning, so I will see
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| My demons ten feet, under me
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| Inhale, exhale, but I can’t breathe
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| Too busy drinking codeine doin' high speeds
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| Crash, pour a four, sip it slow, make the time pass
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| Take a pill for the thrill, have a relapse
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| Devil in my head tryna run gym laps
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| I ain’t tryna race, he don’t even know me like that
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| All white Gucci suit, I’m feeling righteous
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| I know that the truth is hard to digest
|
| Five or six pills in my right hand
|
| Codeine runneth over on my nightstand
|
| Taking medicine to fix all of the damage
|
| My anxiety the size of a planet (Yeah, ooh)
|
| Holes in my skull, over time
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| My heart’s over ice (Woah) |