Hang $kelly from a rope
Make noise, inaudible
Slitting on my f*cking throat
Prolly why I cannot f*cking breath
All of yall just sit and laugh, as I'm Here to bleed
But I'm here to shed my skin and Shine what's underneath
There is nothing
"Kk" text
From my ex
Wondering who she f*cking next
But I don't give a f*ck
Cuz im Standing here above
Shes a bitch, she's below
And im enough
None of my homies bother to give a Text or a call
Be like "$kelly wassup" and that's all
I been offered more drugs than Offered hugs
When I'm about to take a fall
None of my homies bother to give a Text or a call
Be like "$kelly wassup" and that's all
I been offered more drugs than Offered hugs
When I'm about to take a fall
I just wanna stay sober
But I get these urges saying "kick it Over"
Burn the starting bridge as i kick Back in comfy ass loafers
Burr oh burr
It's cold in the summer
It seems every time it rains, there's Lighting, thunder
Call the funeral home, just make sure I am so under
I pulled my f*cking mask but I am Always covered
Bitch you can't touch, you can come Hover
8-2-5-5
Call the hottest hotline
I wanna break every motherf*cking Structure
I can't withstand this pain
It's just so much, I can't even explain
I'm a fat f*cking pig who lost his Way
I was a good kid then I cut out my Brain
The light is cold
This world old
The feelings all f*cked when the Feeling is alone
Imma lay in this bed till I'm bone
Imma sit in this throne
As I cry I while my tears away with Gold
Man this shit don't fix nothing
But the substances will get me Through something
Maybe stop the bugging
Start the f*cking buzzing
Have a big crash out, wake up in London
Even if I had the money, I'd still hate Myself
Bagging all this baggage, weighing Down my mental health
Man I swear I need some f*cking Mental help
None of my homies bother to give a Text or a call
Be like "$kelly wassup" and that's all
I been offered more drugs than Offered hugs
When I'm about to take a fall
None of my homies bother to give a Text or a call
Be like "$kelly wassup" and that's all
I been offered more drugs than Offered hugs
When I'm about to take a fall
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Hang $kelly from a rope
Make noise, inaudible
Slitting on my f*cking throat
Prolly why I cannot f*cking breath
All of yall just sit and laugh, as I'm Here to bleed
But I'm here to shed my skin and Shine what's underneath
There is nothing
"Kk" text
From my ex
Wondering who she f*cking next
But I don't give a f*ck
Cuz im Standing here above
Shes a bitch, she's below
And im enough
None of my homies bother to give a Text or a call
Be like "$kelly wassup" and that's all
I been offered more drugs than Offered hugs
When I'm about to take a fall
None of my homies bother to give a Text or a call
Be like "$kelly wassup" and that's all
I been offered more drugs than Offered hugs
When I'm about to take a fall
I just wanna stay sober
But I get these urges saying "kick it Over"
Burn the starting bridge as i kick Back in comfy ass loafers
Burr oh burr
It's cold in the summer
It seems every time it rains, there's Lighting, thunder
Call the funeral home, just make sure I am so under
I pulled my f*cking mask but I am Always covered
Bitch you can't touch, you can come Hover
8-2-5-5
Call the hottest hotline
I wanna break every motherf*cking Structure
I can't withstand this pain
It's just so much, I can't even explain
I'm a fat f*cking pig who lost his Way
I was a good kid then I cut out my Brain
The light is cold
This world old
The feelings all f*cked when the Feeling is alone
Imma lay in this bed till I'm bone
Imma sit in this throne
As I cry I while my tears away with Gold
Man this shit don't fix nothing
But the substances will get me Through something
Maybe stop the bugging
Start the f*cking buzzing
Have a big crash out, wake up in London
Even if I had the money, I'd still hate Myself
Bagging all this baggage, weighing Down my mental health
Man I swear I need some f*cking Mental help
None of my homies bother to give a Text or a call
Be like "$kelly wassup" and that's all
I been offered more drugs than Offered hugs
When I'm about to take a fall
None of my homies bother to give a Text or a call
Be like "$kelly wassup" and that's all
I been offered more drugs than Offered hugs
When I'm about to take a fall
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Make noise, inaudible
Slitting on my f*cking throat
Prolly why I cannot f*cking breath
All of yall just sit and laugh, as I'm Here to bleed
But I'm here to shed my skin and Shine what's underneath
There is nothing
"Kk" text
From my ex
Wondering who she f*cking next
But I don't give a f*ck
Cuz im Standing here above
Shes a bitch, she's below
And im enough
None of my homies bother to give a Text or a call
Be like "$kelly wassup" and that's all
I been offered more drugs than Offered hugs
When I'm about to take a fall
None of my homies bother to give a Text or a call
Be like "$kelly wassup" and that's all
I been offered more drugs than Offered hugs
When I'm about to take a fall
I just wanna stay sober
But I get these urges saying "kick it Over"
Burn the starting bridge as i kick Back in comfy ass loafers
Burr oh burr
It's cold in the summer
It seems every time it rains, there's Lighting, thunder
Call the funeral home, just make sure I am so under
I pulled my f*cking mask but I am Always covered
Bitch you can't touch, you can come Hover
8-2-5-5
Call the hottest hotline
I wanna break every motherf*cking Structure
I can't withstand this pain
It's just so much, I can't even explain
I'm a fat f*cking pig who lost his Way
I was a good kid then I cut out my Brain
The light is cold
This world old
The feelings all f*cked when the Feeling is alone
Imma lay in this bed till I'm bone
Imma sit in this throne
As I cry I while my tears away with Gold
Man this shit don't fix nothing
But the substances will get me Through something
Maybe stop the bugging
Start the f*cking buzzing
Have a big crash out, wake up in London
Even if I had the money, I'd still hate Myself
Bagging all this baggage, weighing Down my mental health
Man I swear I need some f*cking Mental help
None of my homies bother to give a Text or a call
Be like "$kelly wassup" and that's all
I been offered more drugs than Offered hugs
When I'm about to take a fall
None of my homies bother to give a Text or a call
Be like "$kelly wassup" and that's all
I been offered more drugs than Offered hugs
When I'm about to take a fall
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Writer: Ben Burns
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