6th grade jumping outta middle school
Used to slit my wrist on the bathroom stool
I was young i was dumb had to call it quits
F*cked around in class but never skipped
She a goth lil poser
Maybe she a loser
Junkie and a tease cause all her friends use her
Mentally abused her
Sell drugs for a future
F*ck a future if you aint a homie, you a loser
F*ck a future if you aint a homie, you a loser
Drugs got my back and they let me down smoother
Clock keeps spinning and my head keeps trippin
God made me act backwards for a living
Fire, burn
Only one syllable
Trust no dividual
Knock a bitch critical
Feel undead, smash my head
Ppl always saying that they're better off dead
I say they're better off quiet instead
Snitch better watch yourself, snitch go ahead
Snitch took a trip and she knocked herself dead
Snitch always tryna fill my eyes up with lead
F*ck a future if you aint a homie, you a loser
Drugs got my back and they let me down smoother
Clock keeps spinning and my head keeps trippin
God made me act backwards for a living
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6th grade jumping outta middle school
Used to slit my wrist on the bathroom stool
I was young i was dumb had to call it quits
F*cked around in class but never skipped
She a goth lil poser
Maybe she a loser
Junkie and a tease cause all her friends use her
Mentally abused her
Sell drugs for a future
F*ck a future if you aint a homie, you a loser
F*ck a future if you aint a homie, you a loser
Drugs got my back and they let me down smoother
Clock keeps spinning and my head keeps trippin
God made me act backwards for a living
Fire, burn
Only one syllable
Trust no dividual
Knock a bitch critical
Feel undead, smash my head
Ppl always saying that they're better off dead
I say they're better off quiet instead
Snitch better watch yourself, snitch go ahead
Snitch took a trip and she knocked herself dead
Snitch always tryna fill my eyes up with lead
F*ck a future if you aint a homie, you a loser
Drugs got my back and they let me down smoother
Clock keeps spinning and my head keeps trippin
God made me act backwards for a living
Used to slit my wrist on the bathroom stool
I was young i was dumb had to call it quits
F*cked around in class but never skipped
She a goth lil poser
Maybe she a loser
Junkie and a tease cause all her friends use her
Mentally abused her
Sell drugs for a future
F*ck a future if you aint a homie, you a loser
F*ck a future if you aint a homie, you a loser
Drugs got my back and they let me down smoother
Clock keeps spinning and my head keeps trippin
God made me act backwards for a living
Fire, burn
Only one syllable
Trust no dividual
Knock a bitch critical
Feel undead, smash my head
Ppl always saying that they're better off dead
I say they're better off quiet instead
Snitch better watch yourself, snitch go ahead
Snitch took a trip and she knocked herself dead
Snitch always tryna fill my eyes up with lead
F*ck a future if you aint a homie, you a loser
Drugs got my back and they let me down smoother
Clock keeps spinning and my head keeps trippin
God made me act backwards for a living
Writer: Carly Metea
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