grilled cheese deluxe Lyrics

I been depressed my whole life

My skin redder than the devil's dick

When I cut my wrists

Up and down go my mood swings

I never felt love, most I had was summer flings

Except for —, I fucking hate her, she was a bitch

And she treated me like shit

That's why my confidence low

On these other hoes

And I'm feeling so phony

Cause I smile in everyones face but truthfully I'm so lonely

Nobody ever told me

That I would end up with no homies

Or no one to keep me cozy

Nigga you too depressing

Bitch, blow me

Want me to rap about money, killing, and hoes?

Well, I ain't got no money, but I love killing hoes

Like choking Ariana Grande with a hose

Or make Oprah have a cocaine overdose

If I can't have them, then no one else will

Plus killing is fun and I enjoy the thrill

Dumb bitch

Bitch, shut the fuck up

And get this grilled cheese deluxe

I'm a bastard, born without a father

I wonder if he thinks about me, but why would he bother?

Clearly had more important shit to attend to than take care of me, my sister, or my brother

But cared enough to bust in my mother

Without a rubber

18 years later, I could give a fuck less about you, you dirty motherfucker

Eat shit, die poor

For all I fucking care for

I hope you get aids from a pregnant whore or

Die in fiery car crash and no one will mourn

And get blown into thin air cause everyone forgets you and loves you no more

All these thoughts about murder and killing

I'm fucking sick of hearing

It's all in my head

I need to get it straight before i self-destruct

Fuck it, Ima go for a drive, blast this shit up, and sing it out loud

Bitch, shut the fuck up

And get this grilled cheese deluxe