Heart on my sleeve inked on my skin
Horid 'til death inked on my leg
Hard to believe that I'm living with this
For years could only sit in my bed
Self destruct and envision my death
Since bro left i've been sick in the head
Pushing on 'cos i'm sick of depression
Hard work not luck just think I should mention
I feel like a different person
No time for these pitiful vermin
Don't numb my thoughts when I sip on the purple
I'm getting older this shit isn't working
Need a change, still feel insane
Smoking on green all through the day
Wanna be numb, give me novocaine
None of this shit is easing my pain
Can't feel my face like i'm sniffing on 'caine
Stuck with my thoughts I sit in a daze
Blowing out smoke I sit in the haze
Feel like some things will never change
Born in the 'burbs big in the hood like i'm Lil Peep
Spent too long fighting this feeling
Bout to explode, don't give me a reason
Buzzcuts and peroxide
No burnt spoons just hot knives
We die young no long lives
Is what it is but it's not right
Fucked up been a long night
Thinking 'bout all those lost lives
Who people where before they got fried
Is what it is but it's not right
Expensive clothing, cheap thrills
Thinking no one knows how we feel
Hot headed with a cold heart
Trying to put my brothers in that Goyard
Triple drop, that's three pills
Pouring liquor on the street still
Bottom shelf, no oak cask
Like "What's wrong man?" don't ask
Try smoke away scenes I'm reliving
But the higher I get, deeper I'm sinking
Turn up the music drown out what I'm thinking
Mystery cup they don't know what I'm drinking
Despite how we act, we ain't stupid
Tell me take half and i'd take two
Spit sixteen bars and get your place moving
Mixing wood-stain with the brake fluid
Insides and track-sides
Big heart with a bad mind
Reminiscing on the good times
Treating trauma as a new rhyme
Buzzcuts and peroxide
No burnt spoons just hot knives
We die young no long lives
Is what it is but it's not right
Insides and track-sides
Big heart with a bad mind
Reminiscing on the good times
Treating trauma as a new rhyme
Fucked up been a long night
Thinking bout all those lost lives
Who people were before they got fried
Is what it is but it's not right
Is what it is but it's not right
Buzzcuts and peroxide
No burnt spoons just hot knives
We die young no long lives
Is what it is but it's not right
Fucked up been a long night
Thinking 'bout all those lost lives
Who people where before they got fried
Is what it is but it's not right
Is what it is but it's not right
Is what it is but it's not right