Shuddeye - STRANGE EMOTIONS Lyrics

Aye, Aye
(Ermashov)
Yea, yea, yea
Get me out my head before I get me out myself
I left the fucking venue don't remember nuthin else
I hear some people screaming and some people screaming help
Goddamn I'm fucking tweakin
Mouth is riddled with excel
A bunch of empty bottles are all littered on my shelf
My bitch a super model with no super model wealth
My emotions are throttled
By my Stupid fucking brain
I get drunk, I get loose
I can finally feel the pain
I got caught into a loop when I was tripping fucking balls
For like 160 minutes I was staring at the wall
I was deep inside my head and well damn I was appalled
There was way too many things
That I didn't know at all
When I left the house
I popped a Little pill when I prolly shoulda not
Rolling down the highway speeding from the cops
Another Little bag is what I shoulda got
I think it's pretty likely I aint finna stop
Yeah that pussy good as fuck
(No cap)
I got so much in my system I grew a drug mustache
My bae got a skinny waist
(Fat ass)
Wrapped around her neck is drug rug sash
My baby likes to burn through gas like a car
I'm drinking bottle after after bottle fast as GTR
Hit the throttle hit the throttle like it's cpr
I'm a model, she a model, see how clean we are
Look at that look at that
We are right on time
I'll take my drugs, take your drugs, we'll go right inside
Look at that look at that
That's a long ass fuckin line
We are fucked, we are fucked, I am way to high
Get me out my head before I get me out myself
(Drinking bottle after after bottle fast as GTR)
I hear some people screaming and some people screaming help
(I'm a model, she a model, see how clean we are)

Aye, Aye
(Ermashov)
Yea, yea, yea
Get me out my head before I get me out myself
I left the fucking venue don't remember nuthin else
I hear some people screaming and some people screaming help
Goddamn I'm fucking tweakin
Mouth is riddled with excel
A bunch of empty bottles are all littered on my shelf
My bitch a super model with no super model wealth
My emotions are throttled
By my Stupid fucking brain
I get drunk, I get loose
I can finally feel the pain
I got caught into a loop when I was tripping fucking balls
For like 160 minutes I was staring at the wall
I was deep inside my head and well damn I was appalled
There was way too many things
That I didn't know at all
When I left the house
I popped a Little pill when I prolly shoulda not
Rolling down the highway speeding from the cops
Another Little bag is what I shoulda got
I think it's pretty likely I aint finna stop
Yeah that pussy good as fuck
(No cap)
I got so much in my system I grew a drug mustache
My bae got a skinny waist
(Fat ass)
Wrapped around her neck is drug rug sash
My baby likes to burn through gas like a car
I'm drinking bottle after after bottle fast as GTR
Hit the throttle hit the throttle like it's cpr
I'm a model, she a model, see how clean we are
Look at that look at that
We are right on time
I'll take my drugs, take your drugs, we'll go right inside
Look at that look at that
That's a long ass fuckin line
We are fucked, we are fucked, I am way to high
Get me out my head before I get me out myself
(Drinking bottle after after bottle fast as GTR)
I hear some people screaming and some people screaming help
(I'm a model, she a model, see how clean we are)