8Ball Lyrics

I pinched myself last night

To make sure that I was still alive

But now I'm bloody and I'm tired

Yeah I got 8balls in place of my eyes

You think you're some kind of star

Waiting for underage girls at the bar

You were my type for a day

'Cause I needed a reason to not be okay

And yeah you lie when you speak

Sociopath, oh yeah you're some kind of freak

Watch how you're talking to me

'Cause you live in daddy's basement

And you're eating for free

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Well your life is sad

It's so pathetic that I almost feel bad

Well you're the worst that I've had

Caught red-handed and stopped dead in your tracks

Narcissistic, passive, backwards

Tongue tied in a ditch

Crazy, lying, psychopathic

Cruel combative bitch

Condescending, play pretending

Suffer just to steal

Paper plastic, it's so tragic

Don't know how to feel

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