Don't tell my mum what's in my bedside table Lyrics

Yea yea yea

Aye aye aye aye aye aye

I feel like $crim the way that I'm faded

Everybody here thinks I just hate it but I don't

I get high so I don't feel low

Don't tell my mum that's how I cope

Praise to the lord I don't follow

And thanks to the pills that I swallow, making my stomach feel so hollow

All of these girls on my instagram

Asking me if they can scab a gram

I don't know bitch do you think you can yea

If she tryna fuck then it goes too plan

I need a tree so I understand

Weird how we came from pots and pans yea

I'm not a winner, I am a sinner

I gotta eat all these pills for my dinner, now I get thinner

Gotta smoke this blunt to the stinger

Burn so much and it hurt my finger

I'm not a winger but I can run if I want

I just need an escape so I forget bout it all

Cause I

Feel, dead inside

Cause my mind, is fried

I cry

I cry

I try