cutie marks (with faradayribcage & Water on the Thirsty Ground) Songtext
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cutie marks (with faradayribcage & Water on the Thirsty Ground) Songtext
Cutie marks, cutie marks
Scars on my skin
I don′t need a bed
Bitch, I got a touch screen
Pretty little apps buy me all these nice things
I don't care about respect, I just wanna be seen
Cutie marks, cutie marks
Scars on my skin
I don′t need a bed
Bitch, I got a touch screen
Pretty little apps buy me all these nice things
I don't care about respect, I just wanna be seen
Here's a resource guide on how to take your life
And I′ve never been somebody that I ever really liked
And everything I do is always out of spite
And you can see all the pain just by looking in my eyes
Never cared about success until it was on my hard drive
Might factory reset and end it all tonight
All the wires get cut and everything goes dark
Planned obsolescence
I′m strung out on a blue screen
No one else around me has a fraction of the talent
Can't produce or mix, or master, even write a fucking bar
Bar is on the floor
All you stupid fucking whores
All of a damn sudden now they′re asking me for more
Isn't it funny how we only collab′ed
Cause we fucked the same bitch
Heinous
And I know Liz will probably fucking hate this
Don't worry Charlotte, I pre-wrote our apology
Forgetting is impossible
Forgiveness as unlikely
Even though you′re a thousand miles away
Your outline is all I see
Forgetting is impossible
Forgiveness as unlikely
Even though you're a thousand miles away
Your outline is all I see
Break shit, I'll gut the corpse
Fake shit, you lead me on
Ape shit, fangs in
Waiting too long just to taste it
Somebody cut me loose so I can break shit
Break shit, I′m raging, raging
Your body is an outlet for this hatred
Hatred, I′m shaking
Earthquake in your brain
Your life I take it
Earthquake in your brain
Your life I take it
Poppers in the air, I never fake it
Why do you always talk about some gay shit
Cups of the rosé, on my Drake shit, Drake shit
Scars on my skin
I don′t need a bed
Bitch, I got a touch screen
Pretty little apps buy me all these nice things
I don't care about respect, I just wanna be seen
Cutie marks, cutie marks
Scars on my skin
I don′t need a bed
Bitch, I got a touch screen
Pretty little apps buy me all these nice things
I don't care about respect, I just wanna be seen
Here's a resource guide on how to take your life
And I′ve never been somebody that I ever really liked
And everything I do is always out of spite
And you can see all the pain just by looking in my eyes
Never cared about success until it was on my hard drive
Might factory reset and end it all tonight
All the wires get cut and everything goes dark
Planned obsolescence
I′m strung out on a blue screen
No one else around me has a fraction of the talent
Can't produce or mix, or master, even write a fucking bar
Bar is on the floor
All you stupid fucking whores
All of a damn sudden now they′re asking me for more
Isn't it funny how we only collab′ed
Cause we fucked the same bitch
Heinous
And I know Liz will probably fucking hate this
Don't worry Charlotte, I pre-wrote our apology
Forgetting is impossible
Forgiveness as unlikely
Even though you′re a thousand miles away
Your outline is all I see
Forgetting is impossible
Forgiveness as unlikely
Even though you're a thousand miles away
Your outline is all I see
Break shit, I'll gut the corpse
Fake shit, you lead me on
Ape shit, fangs in
Waiting too long just to taste it
Somebody cut me loose so I can break shit
Break shit, I′m raging, raging
Your body is an outlet for this hatred
Hatred, I′m shaking
Earthquake in your brain
Your life I take it
Earthquake in your brain
Your life I take it
Poppers in the air, I never fake it
Why do you always talk about some gay shit
Cups of the rosé, on my Drake shit, Drake shit
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