You get on with life as an animator
No your just a fucking dictator
Your a cute kinda chick with a funny yo clique
You like nice tattoos and sipping on booze
Like to act like your so fuckin abused

As much as you contemplate trying
But when you start to daydream
Your mind turns straight to crying

Everybody fake now everything aching
Everyone is hatin, I dont go-oo out latley

You talk about all this substance abuse
You ain't even know half the truth
You talk about dying
You ain't even trying
Hold up bitch let me take this line
Hop in the whip then we gone take a ride

Your mind turns straight to crying
And my mind go straight to dying

Everyone fake now, everything all achin
Everyone is faking, I dont go out lately

Do you remember
Back in September
We were just embers
I try not to remember
I want to end it girl

I really hate memories
I'm thinking back to lying
Goin straight to crying
No I ain't even trying
I just want to end it