Bad News
Yck
3:32For a long while now I don't dread death I won't make till 30 I won't hold my breath I can feel it in my bones I can feel I'm getting bored I can think of all the shit that I don't wanna settle for In then I'm out whisper and shout Heard YCK he don't stop with the sound How could anybody give a fuck bout me And in spite of all the songs they all wanna doubt me Bruised up skin all my wounds cauterized Everything I been through you could say I'm traumatized Bitch don't speak cause you ain't qualified Spit murdering words you could say it's homicide Last made attempt wanna change your appearance You wanna bump the new me but you weren't given the clearance When ya say what they say and then you do what they do You're like a whole nother clone straying far from the truth I'm not any new messiah Removed call me the pariah I'm not any superhuman Deceived by my own delusion Cold on the couch still got a pound Of the Snow White dream but I feel out of bounds Might be sick though I ain't concerned When that'll be the last time that I take your word Spilled my drink then I spilled my guts Won't be so sure that I die by drugs If I do that tread light till I go Better that way than a dull knife to my throat Been three weeks no physical contact Outta sight outta mind no visual contract No hands held got a personal bubble And when it's dark outside I'll be looking for trouble Metabolizing all of the poison I put inside me I'm a fucking lone wolf and these people they won't invite me Don't need a set cause I won't play at a party I'd rather get blacked out I'll be sipping Bacardi I'm not any new messiah Removed call me the pariah I'm not any superhuman Deceived by my own delusion