I got my hopes up
I slit my wrists too
Yeah I don't know what to do
Yeah I don't know what to do
I got my hopes up
I slit my wrists too
Yeah I don't know what to do
Yeah I don't know what to do
Two, three four five
In the back of my drive
That's bodies that I count when I'm high
Yeah
That I count when I'm high
Yeah
I'm going psycho
Bad bitches on me and they loving my dick
Suck me up good, yeah they suck me up quick
I can take your bitch to school, private lessons from me
What's her grade?
Progress report full of my D
Body bag, don't got no tag
F*cking lit, oh my god
I'm with the shit, don't mess with me
22's and 33's
Aim at your head, don't need no mag
I do not miss
I got my hopes up
I slit my wrists too
Yeah I don't know what to do
Yeah I don't know what to do
I got my hopes up
I slit my wrists too
Yeah I don't know what to do
Yeah I don't know what to do
Two, three four five
In the back of my drive
That's bodies that I count when I'm high
Yeah
I can go psycho
Everybody at the end they call me Michael
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I got my hopes up
I slit my wrists too
Yeah I don't know what to do
Yeah I don't know what to do
I got my hopes up
I slit my wrists too
Yeah I don't know what to do
Yeah I don't know what to do
Two, three four five
In the back of my drive
That's bodies that I count when I'm high
Yeah
That I count when I'm high
Yeah
I'm going psycho
Bad bitches on me and they loving my dick
Suck me up good, yeah they suck me up quick
I can take your bitch to school, private lessons from me
What's her grade?
Progress report full of my D
Body bag, don't got no tag
F*cking lit, oh my god
I'm with the shit, don't mess with me
22's and 33's
Aim at your head, don't need no mag
I do not miss
I got my hopes up
I slit my wrists too
Yeah I don't know what to do
Yeah I don't know what to do
I got my hopes up
I slit my wrists too
Yeah I don't know what to do
Yeah I don't know what to do
Two, three four five
In the back of my drive
That's bodies that I count when I'm high
Yeah
I can go psycho
Everybody at the end they call me Michael
I slit my wrists too
Yeah I don't know what to do
Yeah I don't know what to do
I got my hopes up
I slit my wrists too
Yeah I don't know what to do
Yeah I don't know what to do
Two, three four five
In the back of my drive
That's bodies that I count when I'm high
Yeah
That I count when I'm high
Yeah
I'm going psycho
Bad bitches on me and they loving my dick
Suck me up good, yeah they suck me up quick
I can take your bitch to school, private lessons from me
What's her grade?
Progress report full of my D
Body bag, don't got no tag
F*cking lit, oh my god
I'm with the shit, don't mess with me
22's and 33's
Aim at your head, don't need no mag
I do not miss
I got my hopes up
I slit my wrists too
Yeah I don't know what to do
Yeah I don't know what to do
I got my hopes up
I slit my wrists too
Yeah I don't know what to do
Yeah I don't know what to do
Two, three four five
In the back of my drive
That's bodies that I count when I'm high
Yeah
I can go psycho
Everybody at the end they call me Michael
Writer: Bailey Carpenter, Mitchell Wiznuik
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