[Verse 1]
I don't smoke for fun bitch, bitch I smoke because it helps
You think I'm the one bitch? Sorry, but you're dead as hell
Living life with me is like living life in fucking hell, can't you fucking tell?
I'm unstable and bitch there's more under the table
Purposely pushin away, I do not want you to stay, no
All of my feelin's are grey, why is you callin me bae, hoe?
Hop the fuck off my line, I'll only waste your time
Yeah, we're both here but I promise the reason you are isn't the same as mine
Sorry I sound like an ass, honestly I really am
Yeah, you can come to the crib but you ain't meeting my fam
Yeah, you prolly know why, imma hang up if you cry
I did not come here for feels, after we fuck, it's fucking goodbye
I lost all my feelin's on my way back from depression
Life is fuckin Hell and when I die I'll go to Heaven
​unknxwn. but fuck the "o," her favorite number was a 7
I spent 7 months alone so nobody gets the credit
For why I'm still alive, why I didn't choose to die
No comfort when I cried, all alone every night
In the dark where I reside, so I don't need you as a light
I'm the reason I'm still here, and I'm the reason I'm alive
I'm the only one I'll ever need in this world
My dick is the only thing I'll ever give a girl
I'm sick in the head, I don't like shit, shout out to Earl
Sipping slow on some merlot in a solo until I twirl
[Bridge]
I lost myself when I found you, I guess it had to end
I wouldn't snap till I found proof that it was all pretend
I hoped to come a dead end so I could be with you
But I found more than I wanted, so now with you I'm through
With all your lies, I can't believe that every time that you said
That you were mine, it was all just a disguise for you to throw on and off when needed someone to call
I hope you play this song while driving by a cliff and slip right off

[Verse 2]
I'm not the bad guy unless you make me but you did me so fucked up that I been thinking lately
That every person that I meet I'll do em wrong before it's me
'Cause every single time I don't, it just leaves me more incomplete
But how could that work if I'm just passing my hurt around like it's not important that someone else has the curse?
'Cause it won't seize to exist just because it's not in my grip
Around the world it goes until it's back to me when I'm picked
And then I'm back to my shit talking, explosive, I'm poppin
Detmer's what I call my demon, I can hear it knockin
He won't leave till I agree, if I don't cave, it ain't stoppin
Smoking weed is the only way that I know I can stop him