Old Friends ft. Se7enist Lyrics

I got a list of thirty fucks

I'll name you when I'm famous

Got a list of thirty

I gotta

I got a list of thirty fucks

I'll name you when I'm famous

I gotta, gotta

I ain't gotta use names, you know who you are

You know what you did, but you don't know the scars

Or how far I've come, since you tossed me aside

I said I was over that shit, but I lied

I struggled with trauma, since I was a teen

From how I was treated, and how I was seen

Everyone hated the freak that you painted

The picture perfect fake kid, the free so he gay kid"Hey man, but I was a kid too"

I didn't know any better, I did what I did dude

Cuz dad used to hit me, and make me feel small

I bullied cuz I didn't know what to make of it all"

Don't lie to me dog, I heard what you on

Abusin your kids, and hurtin they mom

And you got a job, where you can be a bully too

I guess we don't change too much, do we dude?

I got a list of thirty fucks

I'll name you when I'm famous

Got a list of thirty fucks

I gotta

I got a list of thirty fucks

I'll name you when I'm famous

I gotta, gotta

Spent years struggling to overcome all the memories

Of all the abuse and the shit that you fucking did to me

Watched the world shatter, you handled it all shittily

Viciously ripping down anyone, even in your vicinity

Baby, you always got it in the flesh, and I fucking bought it

Every lesson that you taught me, I wish could just be forgotten

You're a hero in your own mind, watching over Gotham

But Batman's a criminal too, and it's time we caught him

Throwing hands at children, that's the kindest part of your legacy

Grooming and taking advantage of them, I'd hate to have that said of me

Let alone have a small army, come forth to confirm it

I'll tie you to this pyre, and I'll be honored to burn it

In the furnace of oblivion, red memories into ashes

So that no one even remembers your name as the moment passes

The scorched earth is all that will remain of the history

Of scarred over memories and trauma of what you did to me

I got a list of thirty fucks

I'll name you when I'm famous

Got a list of thirty fucks

I gotta

I got a list of thirty fucks

I'll name you when I'm famous

I gotta, gotta

So fairweather friends, and back stabbin bitches

I have a request, wait, no I got two wishes

Stop being hard, on your wife and your kids bitch

That's how you ended up, the way that you did bitch

And I'm not a therapist, but you got some issues

Yeah we all do, but you created mine so Imma diss you

Ever step foot in my house Imma hit you

Shatter your teeth, and bloody your lip dude

I got a list of thirty fucks

I'll name you when I'm famous

Got a list of thirty fucks

I gotta

I got a list of thirty fucks

I'll name you when I'm famous

I gotta, gotta