Tripping bout a girl who don't even like me
Black top blonde hair and her eyes ivy
Way that I been tryna hide you won't ever find me
Find me
Find me
Hidden in the ivy
I been up for three days
I feel f*cking stupid
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that I'm useless
Guess that I don't need it
Cause who the f*ck would choose this
Who the f*ck would choose this
I don't go to clubs I do drugs on my couch
I don't fall in love I obsess then I bounce
I don't feel okay less I'm smoking on an ounce of some pure shit
Guess that I don't know that what I'm about is that clear yet
I should really learn to shut my mouth
Tell her bout my fears on some molly
I don't really I don't really think that she wants me
I don't really I don't really think that she wants me