parasite

If the moonlight were yours If your ashes come to life Would you please just lay me down It's all pretend I tried to kill myself three days ago Hide my problems from everyone The Klonopin's taking its' hold And I'm too weak to say it Forty pills in a day, shit All this shit just to chase it I see I'm growing complacent I just lie here, wasting There's no sense in hatred When I'm already faded And I start to taste it That ice degrading Heart pace elated Track isolated I've been tweakin' like a motherfucker Trying to get this shit right Trying to turn this bitch up F*ck, I need another whore Just to count my money up Just to snort all my drugs Just to f*ck her up and send her home, like, uh Just to send her home like I been tweakin' like a motherfucker I been geekin' like a motherfucker Snort four lines, they run the length of my phone screen You ever f*ck off of blow Then you'd really fuckin' know why I'm so damn cold, ha This the part of the relapse Where I don't give a f*ck and do what I want, like I'm so viscous, that's why I'm alone Don't bother to call up my phone I'm so viscous, that's why I'm alone Don't bother to call up my phone Don't bother to call up my phone Don't bother to call up my phone Ha ha ha ha ha Everything you give, bitch, you get it right back like that Shit, I look good in all black, like damn Keep it on the low Keep it on the low, yeah They ain't got to know They ain't got to know, yeah Everything you give, bitch, you get it right back like that Shit, I look good in all black, like damn Keep it on the low Keep it on the low They ain't got to know They ain't got to know Keep it on the low Keep it on the low They ain't got to know They ain't got to know I've been tweakin' like a motherfucker Trying to get this shit right Trying to turn this bitch up F*ck, I need another whore Just to count my money up Just to snort all my drugs Just to f*ck her up and send her home, like Just to send her home like I been tweakin' like a motherfucker I been geekin' like a motherfucker Snort four lines, they run the length of my phone screen You ever f*ck off of blow Then you'd really fuckin' know why I'm so damn cold, ha This the part of the relapse Where I don't give a f*ck and do what I want, like I'm so viscous, that's why I'm alone Don't bother to call up my phone Don't bother to call up my phone Ha ha ha ha ha