Sixthells - Foul Souls Lyrics

I cannot break
No one care what I make
No one reads what I say
I could tell you anything again
But you won’t see
You just go and fake it
In the back of the mercedes you Forgot to plate it
I just need to focus
I just want these broke bitch dead
I just wanna be alone and count my bread
But instead
You just comme here and give me hell
Then she going back n forth
Yea
Like Im a plague
I don’t wanna live this life I need to run away
I don’t wanna take another step outside the fucking safe
I don’t ever wanna go outside again
Im okay
No one ever cared about me
Yea
And im to blame
Bet you cought up in your feelings like
Yea i saw it
I just light up, windows down
Till im ballin’
Slide the moon onto my phone
Stop calling
Keep talking about your plug
Huh
so dump
Where we come from
You wont last the countdown
Till you die again and again
There will be no good ones
All your friends will lie and tell you you just made a good song
Haha yea
Thats a good one
I cannot break
No one care what I make
No one reads what I say
I could tell you anything again
But you won’t see
You just go and fake it
In the back of the mercedes you Forgot to plate it
I just need to focus

I cannot break
No one care what I make
No one reads what I say
I could tell you anything again
But you won’t see
You just go and fake it
In the back of the mercedes you Forgot to plate it
I just need to focus
I just want these broke bitch dead
I just wanna be alone and count my bread
But instead
You just comme here and give me hell
Then she going back n forth
Yea
Like Im a plague
I don’t wanna live this life I need to run away
I don’t wanna take another step outside the fucking safe
I don’t ever wanna go outside again
Im okay
No one ever cared about me
Yea
And im to blame
Bet you cought up in your feelings like
Yea i saw it
I just light up, windows down
Till im ballin’
Slide the moon onto my phone
Stop calling
Keep talking about your plug
Huh
so dump
Where we come from
You wont last the countdown
Till you die again and again
There will be no good ones
All your friends will lie and tell you you just made a good song
Haha yea
Thats a good one
I cannot break
No one care what I make
No one reads what I say
I could tell you anything again
But you won’t see
You just go and fake it
In the back of the mercedes you Forgot to plate it
I just need to focus