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Wet Match
02:56
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Wet match
My roomates found my tooters in my glove box
Knowing that I overdosed
They’re telling me to kick rocks
They knows me for my lying cheating stealing
And I’m hanging out with tweakers
And got blood up on my cieling fan
They’re pissed because I’m treating them like idiots,
There is scabs up on my face
I’m so damn white it’s fucking obvious
The truth is I lack accountability
I’m smoking fentanyl
So tell me how to live life honestly
Bridges burned, smoke gone black
Choices were made, there’s no going back
You live and u learn, but that ain’t exact
Spent my whole life tryna light a wet match
Can someone please kill me just to validate
This feeling of misanthropy
So life I can evacuate
The truth is that I got a million problems
But they’re all Just in my head
They want me dead, and I can’t solve em
And we can all agree that I’m an addict
Cause I’m winding up in hospitals
And got no healthy habits
Nobody really know just what to do
I like to gamble with my life
And when I lose my body’s blue
Bridges burned, smoke gone black
Choices were made, no going back
You live and u learn, but that ain’t exact
Spent my whole life tryna lite a wet match
Another year has gone of losing friends
But I can’t cry because I’m high
I know I’ll do it all again
I’ll just sit here and fill my veins with heroin
Ruin new relationships,
BeCause ill never care again
I sing I’m lost but I’m defeated,
And I say I want help but I don’t mean it
Take my hands as I fall down 6 feet beneath the ground
Bridges burned, smoked gone black
Choices were made, no going back
You live and u learn, but that ain’t exact
Spent my whole life tryna lite a wet match
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Neurosis
02:59
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Can some one pls tell me what the fuck to do
Im sick Of thinking that I was born to lose
It’s in my head, it wants me dead, always got something to fucking prove
Can someone pls tell me what the fuck to do
Cause all I really want is to be a man
Sick of always feeling like I’m tying a noose
Still Waiting for a reason to cut me loose
But I don’t need no one, and I mean anyone, the only thing I need to love is my fucking self
So Don’t you ever tell me what the fuck to do
Cause all I rly want is to be a man
Someone pls tell me what the fuck to do
What’s the point of life when u know the truth
It don’t mean anything, not a fucking thing, the choice is yours it’s either heaven or It’s fucking hell
But who the fuck am I to tell ya if that’s true
Cause I don’t even know how to be a man
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Fired Up!
01:36
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I call my homies up
They wanna get fucked up
They’re drinking alcohol
I’m smoking fentanyl
I’m tasting lasts nights meth
Tin foil on my breath
We'll watch the sun come up
Everybody got fired up
Live fast I’m dying young
Got acid on my tongue
So drunk I’m falling down
I’ll drive us in to town
3 years my dick don’t work
It’s cause my liver hurts
I’m running out of luck
Fuck that I’m fired up
Borracho getting drunk
No shit I’m fuckin punx
God knows I hate my life
I’ll live it out of spite
Fuck all my enemies
Anyone who’s not like me
My homies hate my guts
Fuck them im fired up
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COOKED Burlington, Vermont
Hardcore-Punk band from Burlington Vermont
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