BRA!NSTORM

Written in my ex bitch shirt What a jerk, he's a dick with a slit on his wrist in reverse It hurts to be the baddest I math it like apparatus, or Atticus with the atlas I had it since Hatty Hattington Patterns and practice Patterson's Stabbing the ass of Addison, passing it cuz I'm Dadda's kid Right Mom? I'm deciding whether I can fight the mind inside my head I can try, but I deny that I will smile til I'm dead I'm depressed, it's the best I be telling Drais that I'm okay Fine being not fine, nines in a box wine, blades in the drawer Oh And the glocks mine One in the chamber, I aim it at several strangers Complacent with my behavior, I'm crazy, think I'm the savior I'm not Yes, I'm just lost in thoughts, taking shit while at Ross I don't need hair tie, I got a buzz cut I'm depressed, it's the best It's the best fucking thing for me Should I go in again? Scared to show the song to Liv Think she'll think she the reason that I don't wanna live And it's not true I been honest in the process, but I'm positive I'm closeted Topless broads and lots of fucking moccasins Pocket oxygen and talk until I pass out Fall asleep in bed instead when the bitch's ass out I'm depressed I'm depressed and I don't feel anything I'm not a fucking psycho I just only like my hoe For Oliviah