Posters Lyrics

I got a pipe but I'm really gone fight

And I said fuck everything you stand 5

Oh it get hard but I really be trying

My heart cold but I really spit fire

I'm a dog but I really be lying

I want a billy like my name was Eilish

I got a pipe but I'm really gone fight

And I said fuck everything you stand 5

Can't sleep with you on my mind

Before I took a pill at least that's what I thought

And like a controller I'm moving hands on

Got O's like the opera, move like the phantom

These niggas hysterical, rocking Hysteric Glamour

And these bitches be pissing me off

Peter Pan, yeah, my weed and my chain look like emeralds

Like avengers my niggas assemble

I do everything big, you be little

Take a pill it be calming my temper

And she can do me like a prostitute

She really fucked me up

The devil said I got a surprise for you and look at where he brung me

Would've gave my life for you but you ain't really love me

In my mind I search for you like I pulled up safari

I guess I'm sorry, but no I'm not

Cause I'm really tired of you baby you don't even call

She watched me, walk out the door

And she ain't say a god damn thing or tell me stop

Guess I'm sorry, because I'm not

Cause you fucked me up for good still can't come up with a response

So honestly, let's forget it all

20 posters in my room to cover the holes in the wall

Cause you piss me off, yeah you make me mad

Manic Mondays, Sundays I'm sad

And she break the rules shorty so bad

Pills in my Sprite and she roll my gas

I hate the lies I hate the fact

That you moved on and we the past

You fucked me up, why you do that

Matter of fact where the fuck you at

Fuck your new boyfriend let's skip this town

Find a place in Los Angeles

What's the point if you not around

Don't feel the same with any bitch

These X pills never let me down

Alcoholic and pill addict

When you leave demons come out

I can't blame you for none this shit

I guess I'm sorry, but no I'm not

Cause I'm really tired of you baby you don't even call

She watched me, walk out the door

And she ain't say a god damn thing or tell me stop

Guess I'm sorry, because I'm not

Cause you fucked me up for good still can't come up with a response

So honestly, let's forget it all

20 posters in my room to cover the holes in the wall