Old Decrepit Beach Lyrics

It's dark and hell is hot so leave me on the fucking beach to pick my flowers

They love me

I keep getting followed, something malevolent there done want my soul

They love me

I can feel my skin keep falling off I lose myself more by the hour

They don't love me

They do not love me

Oh yea they love me

They do not love me

Oh yea they

Oh shit I'm on again, they love what I'm doing

I need shows across the continent, the competition foolish

I say ho where's yo common sense, put that shit in the music

I'm a no show with confidence outside my fucking music

Picking flowers off the beach, I'm pulling pedals questioning my wealth

Will the planet love what I been stockpiling in my shelf

Collecting weight and substance, cut new notches on my fucking belt

To carve into that leather, making love letters to myself

The Man-Hag following me wherever I go

Seems like it don't matter how I perceived it to all my bros

Feeling like they should just bow to me, take what I say and go

I feel like a fucking coward, I feel like the fucking goat

Feel like god this what god feel like, a Fofive complex

I'm so s-s-selfish, I got books of shit to confess

I should repent for all my sins, but that might actually solve something

Fuck all that for now, I'll distract myself with

consumption

Rinse, Repeat

Fuck the world

It's the worlds fault it ain't mine, how could it be my fault, I'm perfect

I never do anything wrong, I'm never in the wrong, I'm never wrong. I'm perfect

I'm perfect

I'm better than everyone else

Maybe if I think like this, I'll make it

But maybe If I don't, I'll stop the hatred

And spread me some love, it's like loves forsaken and forgot

But lately I'm not with that mundane shit

Maybe if I think like that I'll fit in

Cause seems like everybody I meet in this for they self

I'm so sick and tired of whatever this is

Surrounded by the water, and there ain't no guard to help

Fuck it if you drown, bitch you should know how to swim

I'll say fuck it if you down, bitch you should know how to win

And fuck you if you lonely man you should have made some kin

I fucking hate I told you so's, "you should have listened"

Yea maybe you should have but you didn't now look where you at

Stuck in fucking purgatory I can't wait 'til you come back

Drowning in your sins, running rampant, open up the facts

You well deserving of that anxiety, man your soul is black

I'mma make you s-s-stutter something else, interact

Bitch you ever heard of panic? I'll make sure that you attacked

I'll make more than half of your days seem like it's the world that's bad

Ignorance is bliss man you made that fucking phrase a catch

But give him his flowers, live and devour everything that's been all around you

It's all about you huh

Sick from the maoda, I can feel the fucking skin diminishing by the hour

Is you a coward

Or not