| Yo, I’m doomed to a life of 7.25
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| No point living right won’t make it out alive
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| Making plays downtown, let me sleep on the drive
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| Leaning from the fucking codeine in my sprite
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| Leaning on the hollows in his fucking four-five like
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| Put it to my head and we’ll see if I can fly
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| He don’t really care if I’m impaired just stares, says
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| «What the fuck is up, bruh you really want to die?»
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| Yeah, I’ve been blessed with a death wish
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| I just hope that I die young and high like Hedwig
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| I’ve been too distressed to address this
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| But I know I can’t be the only one who feels helpless
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| And I’m sorry that I’ve been so selfish
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| I’d change if I could, but I just can’t help it
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| But I know who I am, no need to pretend
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| Guess I’m I’m still fucked up, and let down again
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| 'Cause I’ve been feeling down, can’t wait until it passes
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| I kept your picture underneath my mattress
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| Can’t see the sky to find my own position
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| I know it isn’t working, I know that something’s different
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| I know I’m fucking different
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| Yo, why the world gotta be like this?
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| Getting high and she tells me what her stepdad did
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| I keep the secret so she can pretend
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| That her innocence hasn’t been lost in a sense
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| So we go to the mall and buy some bullshit
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| To block out how fucked up it all is
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| I just need a whip with the gold plate rims
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| I just need a pill to feel happiness
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| I just need a check and some ice I can flex
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| A few more drugs to feel a little less
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| A few more hits and a girl that’s obsessed
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| That loves all my shit and loves having sex
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| So I can pretend everything’s okay
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| But the world’s so black and I’m so grey
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| I hope in the end one day I’ll say
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| I see the same old world in a brand new way
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| 'Cause I’ve been feeling down can’t wait until it passes
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| I hope you keep me underneath your mattress
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| Still too blind to see my own condition
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| I know I can’t be perfect I know that something’s missing
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| 'Cause I’ve been feeling down, can’t wait until it passes
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| I kept your picture, underneath my mattress
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| I can’t see the sky, to find my own position
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| I know it isn’t working, I know that something’s different
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| I hope I’m always different, different
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| I hope I’m always different, different
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| I hope
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| I hope
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| I hope
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| I hope I’m always different |