Brain Dead Lyrics

I can go to sleep

When I'm dead

But for right now

I got two fingers pointed at my head

Braindead

With a ballpoint pen

And some lead

Laying in my bed

I'm a little bit upset yeah

Word vomit

Had eighty projects started

Life of an artist

Morbid and quiet

Nobody panic I'm overdramatic

You could prove me wrong

And you never did

You had your fingers in my hair

Like you intoxicate me

I don't wanna go out I'm too lazy

You can go run around with Lacy

Red eyes in those low rises

I got jeans ripped

Just like my thighs

I don't wanna have a censor

I'm alright with my mind in the gutter

Never serious

I keep you curious

And I swear I ain't got nothing hidden

Begin don't dig up the garden!

Fucking engine isn't starting!

You could prove me wrong

And you never did

You had your fingers in my hair

Like you intoxicate me

I don't wanna go out I'm too lazy

You can go run around with Lacy

Well I guess you don't intoxicate me

But you sure know how to make a bitch crazy

Living life like everybody hates me

Sleep when I'm dead

Two fingers pointed at my head

Ballpoint pen

Feeling braindead

And I'm feeling fucking braindead