Weed Dealer & the Many Grams - G. T. F. O.

Getting so damn sick of this
I’m better by myself
Erase me from your memories and take me off the shelf
It’s time to make some changes
It’s taken me long enough to see
Fuck it all
Give it up
Repeat yourself
Give it up
You’re better than just floating by
Coasting through is getting dry
Regrettable?
Maybe it’s relatable.
We’ve all got time running out
There’s just better ways to give it up
"Tengo que hacer lo"
I’m giving up on you cause things just aren’t the same
We’re talking round in circles
Burning holes inside my brain
And even if I needed you I wouldn’t say your name
Resentment only hurts me
I’m not into boring pain
Everybody knows this
And everybody feels this way
We’ll never talk about it
Because we’re 404
No future found

Written by:
Benjamin Van Wyk, Etienne Hachler, Gianluca Tadiello, Martin Barrios, Richard Staub

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