Thinking i dont need myself
Thinking tell my brain gives out
Drinking tell my words fall out
SCREAMING tell my lungs cave
I dont need your damn help
Pick apart my damn brain
Bits and pieces dissect
I dont plan to die yet
Bitch i dont wanna give up now
Get back down its the start of crowd i need to
Surf shit like surfs up
We turn up
Everbodys waiting to blow up
And go up
Wait Hold down your ground
The worlds warping and its turning everything around
Hey You gotta get back down
The worlds throwing bombs its a bomb threat
Cause
I dont need your damn help
Pick apart my damn brain
Bits and pieces dissect
I dont plan to die yet
DIALECT IS FUCKED UP
MY POINT OF VIEWS ARE FUCKED
I WISH TO BE A FUCK UP
MY LIFE AINT NOTHING BUT A FUCK UP
Wannabe this song hot like garbage
Of fucking course it is cause that is where i made it
Wannabe good to see you finally getting played
Honestly glad that i can finally say i made it
I dont need your damn help
Pick apart my damn brain
Bits and pieces dissect
I dont plan to die yet
Better back up or ill use my knumb chucks
Hit you so fast im gonna go leave you starstruck
Im so sweet but not as in starbucks
Im not like a tree where you can go bark up
In my heads a wanted list
Where everybodys name is scribbled in
I can barely make it out it says
All i know is im coming up next
I dont need your damn help
Pick apart my damn brain
Bits and pieces dissect
I dont plan to die yet