Self-Hunting Season Lyrics

Red red

Red red

This is what it's like to be known as dead

Now open up your eyes you see the world it is red (red)

This is what it's like to be known as dead

Now open up your eyes you see the world it is red (red)

I'm on my fucking hoe shit but I'm about to close it

My heart is weighing heavier with every time they blow me

And I be feeling so sick I think my liver's broken

What is my spirit animal? I think that it's a blowfish

Midas on that fuck shit I'm standing proud feel 5'6

Bitch I don't have feelings feeling nothing since a young jit

Ain't riding with no white bitch I make this world my side chick

She says she likes my music now I'm rubbing on her thighs and clit

My fangs are hanging out keep that Beretta on my shelf

Oh fucking rest in peace my opps because the hermit's out his shell

I raise the fucking temperature it's as if I'm feeling so unwell

I'm fucking the industry like it's in missionary I'm putting them under a spell goddamn

This is what it's like to be known as dead

Now open up your eyes you see the world it is red (red)

This is what it's like to be known as dead

Now open up your eyes you see the world it is red (red)

I'm feeling like the second coming cuming for a second time today

I'm like the irs it's time to make these fucking bitches pay

Pull up on your shawty leaving her as nothing but a stain

Shitting on these haters like my name is that of kurt cobain

(whoa) I'm a sick fuck

Do it country style I blow her back out in my pickup

They ask me if I'm happy while I got my arms and wrist cut

I am leader of this game I'm sorry if you mistook

I cannot fix your head that's what my therapist said

He be costing me a fortune buy some sneakers instead

Yeah my frontal lobe is muted keeping my demons fed

Baby I am the invasive species to the industry plants

Red red

Red red