Sadboy is coming to f*ck you up
I managed to escape myself
But I'm still running from
My own personal hell
Where I came undone
Blaming everyone else
When there's only one
So here I come
I AM MY OWN GOD
Who the f*ck are you?
I'm living my truth, motherf*cker
I ain't got no time for you
You got your own FUCKED SHIT
Y'all need some fixin' too
Put your nostril to the nozzle, get to sniffin glue
Mouthhole to bottle. sippin booze. yeah
Off with my head
Off with my head
I tried to kill my ego
But I killed my id instead
I'm a bad boyfriend, bad boyfriend
Always have been
I'd rather be dead
I always have been
Everyday no celebrate
No seratonin in my brain
More dopamine to bury pain
I live the dream, American
I found myself, not sharing him
Pansexual, wolf alien
If my presense offends, I'ma send it
Not making amends, theres no friendship.
If you give me good reason, I'ma end this
But f*ck it, so far I'm ascending
This gift is a curse, it's a blessing
Been comin out of closets flexin'
Who's next in line? I won't let them
New england clam chowder is the message (The white or the red?)
Even if you're right, you wont get in
I'm not the type of motherf*cker to just blend in so
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Sadboy is coming to f*ck you up
I managed to escape myself
But I'm still running from
My own personal hell
Where I came undone
Blaming everyone else
When there's only one
So here I come
I AM MY OWN GOD
Who the f*ck are you?
I'm living my truth, motherf*cker
I ain't got no time for you
You got your own FUCKED SHIT
Y'all need some fixin' too
Put your nostril to the nozzle, get to sniffin glue
Mouthhole to bottle. sippin booze. yeah
Off with my head
Off with my head
I tried to kill my ego
But I killed my id instead
I'm a bad boyfriend, bad boyfriend
Always have been
I'd rather be dead
I always have been
Everyday no celebrate
No seratonin in my brain
More dopamine to bury pain
I live the dream, American
I found myself, not sharing him
Pansexual, wolf alien
If my presense offends, I'ma send it
Not making amends, theres no friendship.
If you give me good reason, I'ma end this
But f*ck it, so far I'm ascending
This gift is a curse, it's a blessing
Been comin out of closets flexin'
Who's next in line? I won't let them
New england clam chowder is the message (The white or the red?)
Even if you're right, you wont get in
I'm not the type of motherf*cker to just blend in so
I managed to escape myself
But I'm still running from
My own personal hell
Where I came undone
Blaming everyone else
When there's only one
So here I come
I AM MY OWN GOD
Who the f*ck are you?
I'm living my truth, motherf*cker
I ain't got no time for you
You got your own FUCKED SHIT
Y'all need some fixin' too
Put your nostril to the nozzle, get to sniffin glue
Mouthhole to bottle. sippin booze. yeah
Off with my head
Off with my head
I tried to kill my ego
But I killed my id instead
I'm a bad boyfriend, bad boyfriend
Always have been
I'd rather be dead
I always have been
Everyday no celebrate
No seratonin in my brain
More dopamine to bury pain
I live the dream, American
I found myself, not sharing him
Pansexual, wolf alien
If my presense offends, I'ma send it
Not making amends, theres no friendship.
If you give me good reason, I'ma end this
But f*ck it, so far I'm ascending
This gift is a curse, it's a blessing
Been comin out of closets flexin'
Who's next in line? I won't let them
New england clam chowder is the message (The white or the red?)
Even if you're right, you wont get in
I'm not the type of motherf*cker to just blend in so
Writer: Matthew Abulencia
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