Ac1d-Wolf - ChumsInTheSlums

Madi broke my heart but I still love her
I don't know why I can't just say fuck her
Like she's the type of motherfucker
That makes me wanna pull a Mitch Lucker
And say yolo
Because you only love once
And that's facts
And that's facts
But yet I feel like a dunce
Every time I bitch says I love
Followed by you
I would follow you
To the pit of Tartarus
Loves so torturous
I can't keep affording this
So thusly
I will walk away
But still I feel the pain
I guess I hurt myself today
Yea I hurt myself today
Cast myself into my pit of shame
And all my pain is on display
Like I have a clear canvas for a face.
Pawpaw be ready to open heavens gate

Who the fuck she think she is
Fuck that bitch
Need me a baddy
With a fat ass shit
I'm lit asf
Where the fuck is my mind
Grind
All day losing my mind along with my time
Fuck a bitch she ain't mine
She can end up like columbine
Combined
With a b-b-b-b-b-bonfire
Offset by desire
Almost bitches are liars
If they ain't they a thot
I won't give her a second thought
Or a shot
At cooling it with me in my spot
Get dropped like a song
I'm busy climbing prongs
Just to get to the top
Where the hottest like to play beer pong
What is wrong
With trynna be my best me and be strong
You ain't been there for me
That shot is long
Long shots are all you have
like your ass was playing cod
I don't need you

Running through the slums
With my chums
Woadies till death that pretty much sums
It all up
Catch us chillin in the summits
Till depression knocks us down to a swift plummet
I could use a health supplement
Where the fuck is krillin with the senzu bean?
And this feeling of failure exceeds
Anything that I've ever believed
I'm cut from a different breed oppressed by the inner demons inside of me
Need to come up with my own fuckin creed
Relieving the need to speed
Need to chill out maybe smoke some weed
Fuck the things that y'all think that I need
When all I need is my family
Submissive decisions have me beaten into the position of submission
Struggling with separating illusions from realism
Schisms of the souls that are imprisoned
On a day to day of pain from miles away
Made up of convoluted prisms
People idolizing idealism's

Written by:
Luke Millsaps

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