BRA!NSTORM Lyrics

Written in my ex bitch shirt

What a jerk, he's a dick with a slit on his wrist in reverse

It hurts to be the baddest

I math it like apparatus, or Atticus with the atlas

I had it since Hatty Hattington

Patterns and practice Patterson's

Stabbing the ass of Addison, passing it cuz I'm Dadda's kid

Right Mom?

I'm deciding whether I can fight the mind inside my head

I can try, but I deny that I will smile til I'm dead

I'm depressed, it's the best

I be telling Drais that I'm okay

Fine being not fine, nines in a box wine, blades in the drawer

Oh

And the glocks mine

One in the chamber, I aim it at several strangers

Complacent with my behavior, I'm crazy, think I'm the savior

I'm not

Yes, I'm just lost in thoughts, taking shit while at Ross

I don't need hair tie, I got a buzz cut

I'm depressed, it's the best

It's the best fucking thing for me

Should I go in again?

Scared to show the song to Liv

Think she'll think she the reason that I don't wanna live

And it's not true

I been honest in the process, but I'm positive I'm closeted

Topless broads and lots of fucking moccasins

Pocket oxygen and talk until I pass out

Fall asleep in bed instead when the bitch's ass out

I'm depressed

I'm depressed and I don't feel anything

I'm not a fucking psycho

I just only like my hoe

For Oliviah