coffin ft. L U N A Lyrics

Aye, bring out my coffin my soul is taken

Aye, look in my eyes they fucking vacant

One more toast for the kid with the most

Aye, couple more drinks for the occasion

Aye, bring out my coffin my soul is taken

Aye, look in my eyes they fucking vacant

One more toast for the kid with the most

Aye, couple more drinks for the occasion

Losing sight, is all of this going right

Am I just losing my mind,

Can't focus can't stay on side

Losing it in the night emptiness in the sky

I'm falling in to the vibe

Not lonely just scared of flight

Covered in vomit

With dogs Wallace and Gromit

The cycle draining I'm honest

But I just can't live with conscious,

Can't be in control tryna watch from a birds eye

Drinking every bottle to the point every nerve die

Skull it skull it, dunk it dunk it

Take it all boy keep running running

My hopes and dreams whatever happened to that

My hopes and dreams I put them all in the past

Now I hate myself, hate my health

Hate my face, hate my wealth

Now I hate myself, hate my health

Hate my face, hate my wealth

Aye, bring out my coffin my soul is taken

Aye, look in my eyes they fucking vacant

One more toast for the kid with the most

Aye, couple more drinks for the occasion

Aye, bring out my coffin my soul is taken

Aye, look in my eyes they fucking vacant

One more toast for the kid with the most

Aye, couple more drinks for the occasion

I done lost my soul again

I can't even look to friends

We all just indulge a trend

Alcohol wont make a mend

Wont find love in yourself

In your kin, in your girl

In a grin, in yo health

Look at future for you spelled

Gained KG, now the mirror hate me

Getting nearer aging, war is clear I'm waging

On my adolescence I'm obsessing on the old me

Want that essence now my dependence out grown me

I miss my family

All this pressure is banning me

Went to pubs instead

Now it's every night I'm hammering

Bottle after bottle, model after model

Foot down on the throttle, I drown with the wattle

I can never grab the past

The bleakest visions pattern fast

Flashing back to family gath

Fore I mixed the pills and smack

X Tablet stead of bullet

Tether from my youth I'm pulling

I'm getting rude like Gullit

The 6 feet look intrusive

Aye, bring out my coffin my soul is taken

Aye, look in my eyes they fucking vacant

One more toast for the kid with the most

Aye, couple more drinks for the occasion

Aye, bring out my coffin my soul is taken

Aye, look in my eyes they fucking vacant

One more toast for the kid with the most

Aye, couple more drinks for the occasion

Bring out my coffin bitch

I'll be forgotten quick

Let the endorphins hit

Take me then bring my coffin bitch