feed me - bertinous lyrics
uhhhh
sorry, i’m tryin’ run it
i don’t know this might be the one
i’m honestly so tired of this sh*t
you can call me depressed
yet you the f*cking mess
i’m just tryin’ speak my mother f*cking mind yes nothing less
god won’t let me put my god d*mned problems to f*cking rest
caress my mind cus’ its been vandalized by f*cking stress
my pothead lungs ran out of breath
all i do is f*cking fade away with my dying chest
life’s like chess
don’t find me dead at a desk
cus’ i ain’t made for that sh*t
i’d rather inject lead on my death bed
i’d rather suffer instеad
but make sure my d*ck still works cus’ i guess that’s all that’s lеft
that’s that left curve
you know i’m saying the best words
get your dumbass b*tch out of my face before i end her
slender, tender lies immortalize the minds of crooked eyed wives
she was mine but now she’s living in time to the rhythms i write
she can’t get enough of this f*cking pimp sh*t, am i right
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