Trauma
Lyrics
You ain’t gun visit me
Bitch you ain't know this misery on god
Shit you be giving me
Chances like I got a problem and you got sum flaws
Twitching right to the beat (Yaw)
Glitches in front of me (Aww)
Is this how he OD’d (Fuck)
Missing my brothers b (Aww)
I ain’t got no one to save me
Some of my homies be popping on daily
What the fuck am I to do when I hate me
Lonely and strung from the bottle that made me
Shady where I’m walking heat ain’t my safety
Give me some rainy, days and some eighties
Now sloth me popping like old times its great b
Shaky and broken now we on tha same beat
Baby don’t rape me
I ain't wanna fuck but you made me
Piece of da trauma
Bitch you ain't rlly know sloth yuh
This ain't no fiction
My life be so fucked up, addiction
Wish I was kidding
But I'm actively tryna fix it
You got your fingers under my skin
You love to wear my flesh as a coat while
You just wanna pop my teeth like bubble wrap
It’s not like you wanna know me
Bricks wrap around my ankles, your words are my noose
Yeah, cuz I'm used to being lonely
It’s getting harder to fight off suicidal thoughts
When all you ever do is remind me that
I'm not worth your time, not worth your time
Wanna kick me on the ground, ripping out my eyes
Fuck
Won't you thread my bones together
Drag me out for all the wolves to see
Cus I'm not worth anything to you anymore
I ain’t got no one to save me
Some of my homies be popping on daily
What the fuck am I to do when I hate me
Lonely and strung from the bottle that made me
Shady where I’m walking heat ain’t my safety
Give me some rainy, days and some eighties
Now sloth me popping like old times its great b
Shaky and broken now we on tha same beat
I ain’t got no one to save me
Some of my homies be popping on daily
What the fuck am I to do when I hate me
Lonely and strung from the bottle that made me
Shady where I’m walking heat ain’t my safety
Give me some rainy, days and some eighties
Now sloth me popping like old times its great b
Shaky and broken now we on tha same beat
You ain’t gun visit me
Bitch you ain't know this misery on god
Shit you be giving me
Chances like I got a problem and you got sum flaws
Twitching right to the beat
Glitches in front of me
Is this how he OD’d
Missing my brothers b
You ain’t gun visit me
Bitch you ain't know this misery on god
Shit you be giving me
Chances like I got a problem and you got sum flaws
Twitching right to the beat (Yaw)
Glitches in front of me (Aww)
Is this how he OD’d (Fuck)
Missing my brothers b (Aww)
I ain’t got no one to save me
Some of my homies be popping on daily
What the fuck am I to do when I hate me
Lonely and strung from the bottle that made me
Shady where I’m walking heat ain’t my safety
Give me some rainy, days and some eighties
Now sloth me popping like old times its great b
Shaky and broken now we on tha same beat
Baby don’t rape me
I ain't wanna fuck but you made me
Piece of da trauma
Bitch you ain't rlly know sloth yuh
This ain't no fiction
My life be so fucked up, addiction
Wish I was kidding
But I'm actively tryna fix it
You got your fingers under my skin
You love to wear my flesh as a coat while
You just wanna pop my teeth like bubble wrap
It’s not like you wanna know me
Bricks wrap around my ankles, your words are my noose
Yeah, cuz I'm used to being lonely
It’s getting harder to fight off suicidal thoughts
When all you ever do is remind me that
I'm not worth your time, not worth your time
Wanna kick me on the ground, ripping out my eyes
Fuck
Won't you thread my bones together
Drag me out for all the wolves to see
Cus I'm not worth anything to you anymore
I ain’t got no one to save me
Some of my homies be popping on daily
What the fuck am I to do when I hate me
Lonely and strung from the bottle that made me
Shady where I’m walking heat ain’t my safety
Give me some rainy, days and some eighties
Now sloth me popping like old times its great b
Shaky and broken now we on tha same beat
I ain’t got no one to save me
Some of my homies be popping on daily
What the fuck am I to do when I hate me
Lonely and strung from the bottle that made me
Shady where I’m walking heat ain’t my safety
Give me some rainy, days and some eighties
Now sloth me popping like old times its great b
Shaky and broken now we on tha same beat
You ain’t gun visit me
Bitch you ain't know this misery on god
Shit you be giving me
Chances like I got a problem and you got sum flaws
Twitching right to the beat
Glitches in front of me
Is this how he OD’d
Missing my brothers b
Writer(s): Anthony Brach, Connor Woodland
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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