4ria
The Prettier The Garden, The Dirtier The Hands Of The Gardener
Letters to your name, I let your face crawl in my brain
I crave your love, but that's a fucking lie
I'm liable to change, I'm like alive, but i feel dead
Cause my confidence i dread, somber that's a stretch, counter negative thoughts that i get
How i'm lost and stressed, now i'm off a percocet, i'm often hurt and reckless because to her I'm just a friendship
Burnt, i stay curled up in a corner
Cordially invite you to my life as a loner
According to sites, i'm misunderstood like foreigners
Forfeiting would entail I pick up a knife like a forklift and press that shit against my wrist
And then i go slit, oh shit
Oh bitterness in the cold winter, go wither away
A cold sinner, you're a hoe bitch
I hope i forget you
Hope these drugs help
Hope my lungs melt
Like my heart melted when you held my palms for the first time
Now it's all lies, now i know why, you did that shit cause you needed attention
And your boyfriend, you mentioned
The problems easily wretched
Read that loves an illusion
Fucking drugs, we abuse it
Fuck a hoe, she's illusive
Can't trust a hoe, she's so loose that i lust the touch of her soul
And get used to the rush of delusion
As i brush down her skin
I feel the tension within
It's like a high or euphoria
Like i hired whores who decided to give me free head, even though they're highly affordable
Baby you're easy, thats just deplorable
But that makes me uneasy to the point that I'm blue and you know it too
You would've fucked me hard if i was a male model, wouldn't you?
Wouldn't you? fucking shallow bitch, i asked the truth
But you couldn't do
Couldn't shoot the shit
Coulda shoulda woulda, but i couldn't hit
Gave my wood a little stiffness, now this bitch is playing tricks
Now my fate is hazy and i'm praying that this goes away
So another day, what the fuck am i supposed to say?
Fell for this bitch, go to hell for this bitch
I know I drift into madness, I get the sadness that just happens to rattle my chains and i rap through the pain
Had it then you left, had i known the stress that would follow
I would've still done shit all the same, ay
I hate my face, i hate my fate
I'd hate to say it, but it's too late (x6)