Wutittake

Throw a fucking boulder Crack the windshield Only getting older The f*ck i care if i get killed At this point we still here at our own will Hard is what the pill is to swallow Scrolling past the truth like deal with tomorrow Wasting the present thats borrowed YOLO was the motto Downing bottles Drowning sorrows Solo living My soul is what i follow Hollow inside Been awhile since the i you knew died Been awhile since i felt this alive Ironic on going genocide In denial thats for you to decide Hands let go on this ride No longer ask why