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Is the saying Yesterday is history Tomorrow is a mystery But today is a gift That is why it is called the present With red eyes, I had pressed back harder the most If I die, promise me I'll be with you inside of your toast But if I live however, please make room for me Cause in this rainy weather, my ghost dances hauntingly I felt this molly boot me up I felt the devil f*ck my holes F*ck with me and lose your soul Junkie model tryna cope Leave your lover in the dust People can't prevent the cold We all suffer in this moment But right now, we'll never know And cursed characters spat from out her mouth I've known bout like three failures she had slutted out But now it's me and I'm okay with that Cause I don't view myself as a saint I'm more of a guinea pig for different mental welts she deems appropriate Old bones and lost memories I fight to remember these My old bones and lost memories I fight to remember these So what? Of course I couldn't give a f*ck, I'm high Off drugs, we petty fight and petty f*ck in time But this time I went home, uh I'm at peace in my room, I'm all on my own, uh What if earth's crust was torn up and our time was cut short? Would you wish you'd shown up on that night, on my porch? With red eyes, I had pressed back harder the most If I die, promise me I'll be with you inside of your toast But if I live however, please make room for me Cause in this rainy weather, my ghost dances hauntingly With red eyes, I had pressed back harder the most If I die, promise me I'll be with you inside of your toast But if I live however, please make room for me Cause in this rainy weather, my ghost dances hauntingly