BESTIES, Sinclaire and Somber Hills - Enemies

Give a fuck about a friend I'm making enemies Give a fuck about a mood I got amphetamines Give a fuck about a centre in a magazine
Live on in your memory
I'm just making enemies
Just another rockstar, addicted to your phone
To the percs, to the molly, yeah they make you feel at home Momma think that you a monster
Hate that you her son
When I look into the mirror, it was me just all along
All the words they say to me
I sing in this song, yeah they weigh on my chest, yeah Awful thoughts they think of me
I know you not wrong, but I'm doin' my best, yeah
Give a fuck about a friend I'm making enemies Give a fuck about a mood I got amphetamines Give a fuck about a centre in a magazine
Live on in your memory
I'm just making enemies
Did she leave the club crying
All you need is some silence
And everyone's lying
Two more pillys put my body in a spaceship
Send me out alive I don't know if I can take it
Losing time with every bottle you bottle your feelings in Need a genie in a bottle to free my from everything
If I had one wish I could make right now
Would you remove me from your memory and wipe out
Anti-social, anti-everybody
Smoking back to back, my favourite party
I don't wanna talk, don't wanna link
I'm alone up in my basement, crushing beer cans right to Blink
I got prozac in this blood, numb but I can feel it
Roll another blunt inside the dark, I'm buzzed but I still hit And I think lost my head up in the ceiling fan
Got a call from god and you won't see me again
Give a fuck about a friend I'm making enemies Give a fuck about a mood I got amphetamines Give a fuck about a centre in a magazine
Live on in your memory
I'm just making enemies

Written by:
MARTIN, MATIAS, Andrea Martin, Ivan Matias

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