You Can Cry

What would you do if I left Melancholy drama got me feeling nada Tell my mama not to stress Heaven is made for the blessed Sneezing allergic I guess Bullet holes swoll up my neck Cut throat American Psycho F*ck the high road Burnt my Bridges I get high low I don't smoke but I drink So I sink when I think About the blood on the mink and the pain that they felt You can cry You can cry You can cry 17 with dreams to see the world for what it isn't Blood it thickens quick when I predicted sinning different Popping pills to fill the thrills that riddled my ambition Poppa feels the skill is there but ain't nobody listen I'm sorry that I left you numb Sorry that my body's always itching it ain't really even getting fun Evident that every exorcist I came in contact with just played me dumb Betting on the second exodus instead of helping us They robbed me, mum Emptied my pockets And cut my gut Run up my face Sewed up As if I wasn't ugly enough I'm just a Psycho F*ck the high road Burnt my Bridges I get high low I don't smoke but I drink So I sink when I think About the blood on the mink and the pain that they felt You can cry You can cry You can cry Wait don't run away from me Just stay and I'll pay the basic fee My ex invest in ecstasy Since 17 the remedy Been music mixed with drugs Lucifer the lust Cupid spit on us If you hit this we'll Hit another planet dammit Out of the orbit of coarse your endorsing I had a half a glass of static Needles inside of my body been asking you When did I become an addict Padded lock I put on all the damaged thoughts I thought I got it never had it You loved me for me But you hate me I hate my self I ain't want help I paint myself as the Psycho F*ck the high road Burnt my Bridges I get high low I don't smoke but I drink So I sink when I think About the blood on the mink and the pain that they felt You can cry You can cry You can cry