Two days, I have been awake
Taking whatever I can take
Filler for myself
I'm filling up
From biting off my tongue
Is swollen, now
It's rolling, now
It's rushing in and out my blood
Is on the wall
Can't get it off
I feel this time and time again
This time and time again
I hope that I fuck with your
Head
Is rolling, now
It's going, now
You don't got nothing left to say
And that
Dead-beat
Still
Ain't got
Shit left to his name
I feel this every time
I feel this time and time, again
I feel this every time
I feel this time and time, again
I hope that you do
I
Hope I'm
Still
Stuck inside your head
I
Hope I'm
Still
Stuck inside your head
I
Hope I'm
Still
Stuck inside your head
I
Hope I'm
Still
Stuck inside your head
I hope that I do
I hope that
I hope that I do