the guilt of not being okay Lyrics

I don't want to talk

Just stop

I been chillin on the block

Smoking joints in front of cops

Give a fuck about you

And it's up on round two

I'm screaming so loud that it's making me puke

Chilling at the lake with bong in hand

On the coms is the coms saying bomb this land

Am I wrong for this song or the contraband

Do you understand

I don't have a plan

Bitch my life is fucked

Like it's always been

But I gotta stay tucked

Better check your ducts

Cuz you don't know when I'm gonna show up

I could crawl on the floor

I could crawl to your door

If you scream bitch it is gonna hurt more

Got her vocal chords

And I'll choke her more

What my hands are for

Fuck life

Fuck war

Fuck strife

Fuck ore

Fuck light

Take me back

Want to get high while it fades to black

Fuck life

Fuck war

Fuck strife

Fuck ore

Fuck light

Take me back

Want to get high while it fades to black

I give my everything

I give everything I fucking have and it fucking doesn't do shit

I'm worthless and it's all my fault

Mette is gonna get it

When it's finished

Making spinach

Got rolls of dough

Man I'm feeling so diminished

Got nothing to my name

Just a dog and blonde

What is wrong

Get a job and your on

Now they're mocking us all

Taking bout stopping us from stocking our walls

And flaunting our hauls

I'm often just coughing up all of my options

I'm honestly wanting to auction it all