parasite Video (MV)

If the moonlight were yours
If your ashes come to life
Would you please just lay me down
It's all pretend
I tried to kill myself three days ago
Hide my problems from everyone
The Klonopin's taking its' hold
And I'm too weak to say it
Forty pills in a day, shit
All this shit just to chase it
I see I'm growing complacent
I just lie here, wasting
There's no sense in hatred
When I'm already faded
And I start to taste it
That ice degrading
Heart pace elated
Track isolated
I've been tweakin' like a motherf*cker
Trying to get this shit right
Trying to turn this bitch up
F*ck, I need another whore
Just to count my money up
Just to snort all my drugs
Just to f*ck her up and send her home, like, uh
Just to send her home like
I been tweakin' like a motherf*cker
I been geekin' like a motherf*cker
Snort four lines, they run the length of my phone screen
You ever f*ck off of blow
Then you'd really f*ckin' know why I'm so damn cold, ha
This the part of the relapse
Where I don't give a f*ck and do what I want, like
I'm so viscous, that's why I'm alone
Don't bother to call up my phone
I'm so viscous, that's why I'm alone
Don't bother to call up my phone
Don't bother to call up my phone
Don't bother to call up my phone
Ha ha ha ha ha
Everything you give, bitch, you get it right back like that
Shit, I look good in all black, like damn
Keep it on the low
Keep it on the low, yeah
They ain't got to know
They ain't got to know, yeah
Everything you give, bitch, you get it right back like that
Shit, I look good in all black, like damn
Keep it on the low
Keep it on the low
They ain't got to know
They ain't got to know
Keep it on the low
Keep it on the low
They ain't got to know
They ain't got to know
I've been tweakin' like a motherf*cker
Trying to get this shit right
Trying to turn this bitch up
F*ck, I need another whore
Just to count my money up
Just to snort all my drugs
Just to f*ck her up and send her home, like
Just to send her home like
I been tweakin' like a motherf*cker
I been geekin' like a motherf*cker
Snort four lines, they run the length of my phone screen
You ever f*ck off of blow
Then you'd really f*ckin' know why I'm so damn cold, ha
This the part of the relapse
Where I don't give a f*ck and do what I want, like
I'm so viscous, that's why I'm alone
Don't bother to call up my phone
Don't bother to call up my phone
Ha ha ha ha ha