Tacos / Wrong With Me Lyrics

Orange bottle, bubble bath, soaking in some sorrow

Fill me with a dream, where I can see a good tomorrow

Money trees, sexy bad bitches and bomb tacos

Orange bottle, bubble bath, soaking in some sorrow

Fill me with a dream, where I can see a good tomorrow

Money trees, sexy bad bitches and bomb tacos

Uh,... My aura oozes L's

Ventured to stronger Ale's

Drinking can tip the scales

My mood and world as well

Sometimes I think about my life

And want to load some shells

Inside a pot for pasta, Alfredo a noddle doctor

Live in my pain body

I am he who remains, able to Kane probably

I've conquered the sane inside me

51-50 straight jacket me

Ten years old they was jacking me

Now At 30 they jacking me, off my dick please

Ripley's... believe it or not

I can't imagine not breathing, comfy inside of a box

6ft under a fox hole, with worms and maggots' I rot

What was being fantastic 4, if I can't flame on the spot

Torch!

It's always suicide watch when I'm bored

But I got a greater chance of dying from a knife and a fork

Though I see struggle and peace from a rope or a cord

I rather go out with a full tummy of tortillas and pork

Orange bottle, bubble bath, soaking in some sorrow

Fill me with a dream, where I can see a good tomorrow

Money trees, sexy bad bitches and bomb tacos

Orange bottle, bubble bath, soaking in some sorrow

Fill me with a dream, where I can see a good tomorrow

Money trees, sexy bad bitches and bomb tacos

I'm not who I used to be

There's something wrong with me

Something wrong with me

Something wrong with me

At night I don't feel a thing

There's something wrong with me

Something wrong with me

Something wrong with me

There's something wrong with me

Is it sad that I look forward to eternal rest

The day I won't need a substance to block out any stress

Pessimistic mentality

So my life's a nesting ground

Full of curses, need help urgent

Junk food on the surface to fill gaps of unhappiness

It only last a moment, I need more cause I'm lacking shit

I try and tell my self, shake back Jnuff, your dragging it

Depression on my shoulders weigh me down

I can drown in it

I got people all around me

No one knows me for real

Listen to me fuss and vent

But they don't care how I feel

I look back into my life

Like an old movie reel

And I identify the things that fucked me up As a kid

All I needed was attention

When I sat in detention

All I needed was affection

But instead got friction

I needed my pops around

But for months he went missing

Instead of shutting me up

I needed someone to listen

I'm in the kitchen with the heat

I'm not who I used to be

There's something wrong with me

Something wrong with me

Something wrong with me

At night I don't feel a thing

There's something wrong with me

Something wrong with me

Something wrong with me

Nothing excites me anymore, except the final phase

I live day to day and yesterday's always a haze

Dissociation got me questioning my ways

Numb to every act of love that I used to crave

It's strange, I once wrote a suicide letter

I kept it tuck away In case I needed it for good measure

But now I'm tethered

With my kids who need they father forever

And Yet the ending being so close

Makes me feel better

Life is pressure

I've eaten when sad

Hoping for heart attacks or deadly strokes

Look at my weight, I know I'm close

I really question If anyone would miss me

When I croak, Holt...

Calm down this was just a sick joke, tuh

But on the real tacos do sound flames

With a burrito, and some Cheetos

Alcohol to the brain

And if I choke on my Asada

Well then fuck it, I'm game

I think subconsciously

Flirting with death was always the aim

I'm not who I used to be

There's something wrong with me

Something wrong with me

Something wrong with me

At night I don't feel a thing

There's something wrong with me

Something wrong with me

Something wrong with me