(INTRO)

"Just recorded the whole fuckin' EP
Download that shit, on Bandcamp for free
Fuck'n Oath. Shoutout BodyBagMedia, sick cunts
Fuck'n Oath 201"


(VERSE)

This is my last letter, I'm sick of going back on my word
Back to the world, back to pain killers and purp
Back when I was young, they'd tell me I was acting absurd
Now the same faggots, they clappin' when I'm rappin a verse

I'm back doing dirt. I was up, now I'm back to the earth
Spendin' cash on shit I can't afford to act like I'm worth, somethin'
My heart's elastic but I'm actually hurt. Sick of rappin'
Rather be wrapped in plastic & stashed in the dirt

Stressin' this, depression's gettin' rapidly worse
People I trust, got none like a catholic church
I got bars tho, they have to be heard. No, they don't
Stop wastin' your time dreamin', go be happy at work

Except I keep skippin' my meds and gettin' jabbed by the nurse
I still run it up for the plug and cop a package from Perth
Grab the bag and then skrrt back to work
I been backwards since birth, the same accidents, my dad did 'em first
My bitches backwards too, they keep their bags in their purse
And sleep through the day, keep callin' me dad when they flirt
They been cuttin' up their veins to make me mad and it works
Then I'm like what does it matter, they were mad at me first, meh

But I been turnin' bad into worse
Tell 'em I'm brainumb and not act like it hurts
She liked me more when I was suicidal, actin' like her
She wants me back to being trapped in the dirt

Fuckin' oath