MORBID

Bitch you're acting dumb, give a f*ck where you're from If you ain't about it, come back to the slum Skip a couple beats, ain't talking bout drum I'll be ducking the police, causing havoc for fun Sorry mum, with some outcast misfits Ain't making paper walk around with a slit wrist Ex-girl left so delete her digits one less problem, a hundred more gotta deal with Then it's gotten to my mind, drinking liquor all the time here Like I gotta get in line, but my mind now knows why I gotta stay focused Heart skips a beat, hoping they don't notice But f*ck it, I'm dead, f*ck all the bullshit you left in my head F*ck all the people that claim I'm their friend I've been creating my own path so no one forgets Scrape brain with a razor blade If you think I'm troubled, that's what they have to say I'll be on four trips, still take more shit Like f*ck I feelmorbid