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Current message is[?], I'm a fucking mess again
So I make a song talking about the fucking mess I've been
3, 2, 1, 0 friends that I'm messing with
Life's a bitch, fuck it, make the best of it
Nothing on my mind but a pile of stress
All I wanted last week was to be found by death
When I die, I'll smile taking my last breath
Only way that imma sleep is when I'm in my bed
I don't ever think I'll find any actual bliss
I ain't ever met a girl I thought wasn't a bitch
That's why when I meet them now, I just fucking just dip
Sipping on merlot with a blunt on my lip
I don't give a fuck about finding purpose anymore
I'm just tired of my damn heart being sore
I don't give a fuck about finding purpose anymorе
I'm just tired of my heart being sorе