Life sucks but my bitch suck better
I'm riding down the street in a bulletproof sweater
Cold weather, nothing's getting better
Pulling down my pants to cheer me up and imma let her
Life sucks but my bitch suck better
I'm riding down the street in a bulletproof sweater
Cold weather, nothing's getting better
Pulling down my pants to cheer me up and imma let her
Suicidal ideation, I'm impatient
I'm sitting in my room while I be bumping Killstation (Shout out Kill)
I'm feeling dead, this fatigue stays persistent
You with the crowd while I be home staying distant
This shit don't feel real, can't fix that shit with medication
I close my eyes and hope to die, f*ck all that meditation
I'm so depressed my body's weak from the sickness
So make me numb, put yo mouth on my dick bitch
Life sucks but my bitch suck better
I'm riding down the street in a bulletproof sweater
Cold weather, nothing's getting better
Pulling down my pants to cheer me up and imma let her
Life sucks but my bitch suck better
I'm riding down the street in a bulletproof sweater
Cold weather, nothing's getting better
Pulling down my pants to cheer me up and imma let her
(FUCK)
(God damn)
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Life sucks but my bitch suck better
I'm riding down the street in a bulletproof sweater
Cold weather, nothing's getting better
Pulling down my pants to cheer me up and imma let her
Life sucks but my bitch suck better
I'm riding down the street in a bulletproof sweater
Cold weather, nothing's getting better
Pulling down my pants to cheer me up and imma let her
Suicidal ideation, I'm impatient
I'm sitting in my room while I be bumping Killstation (Shout out Kill)
I'm feeling dead, this fatigue stays persistent
You with the crowd while I be home staying distant
This shit don't feel real, can't fix that shit with medication
I close my eyes and hope to die, f*ck all that meditation
I'm so depressed my body's weak from the sickness
So make me numb, put yo mouth on my dick bitch
Life sucks but my bitch suck better
I'm riding down the street in a bulletproof sweater
Cold weather, nothing's getting better
Pulling down my pants to cheer me up and imma let her
Life sucks but my bitch suck better
I'm riding down the street in a bulletproof sweater
Cold weather, nothing's getting better
Pulling down my pants to cheer me up and imma let her
(FUCK)
(God damn)
I'm riding down the street in a bulletproof sweater
Cold weather, nothing's getting better
Pulling down my pants to cheer me up and imma let her
Life sucks but my bitch suck better
I'm riding down the street in a bulletproof sweater
Cold weather, nothing's getting better
Pulling down my pants to cheer me up and imma let her
Suicidal ideation, I'm impatient
I'm sitting in my room while I be bumping Killstation (Shout out Kill)
I'm feeling dead, this fatigue stays persistent
You with the crowd while I be home staying distant
This shit don't feel real, can't fix that shit with medication
I close my eyes and hope to die, f*ck all that meditation
I'm so depressed my body's weak from the sickness
So make me numb, put yo mouth on my dick bitch
Life sucks but my bitch suck better
I'm riding down the street in a bulletproof sweater
Cold weather, nothing's getting better
Pulling down my pants to cheer me up and imma let her
Life sucks but my bitch suck better
I'm riding down the street in a bulletproof sweater
Cold weather, nothing's getting better
Pulling down my pants to cheer me up and imma let her
(FUCK)
(God damn)
Writer: Giovanni D'Alessandro
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