I don't really want no weed. I don't really want no friends. I don't really need no whip. I don't really want no ends. I don't really want no bitch. I don't really want no top. I don't really want no hope. I don't really want no hoe. I don't really want no life. I don't even really wanna die. I don't really wanna do shit bitch world got me down and I wanna just quit. I don't wanna play no shows. I don't wanna make no clothes. I don't wanna write you a verse. I don't wanna talk no more. Sever the limbs off my torso and burn what remains. Shouts out to Coheed. I would not be alive if I gave in to one of the times that I wanted to be 6 feet deep beneath all of our feet. I've given up on giving up I found a reason to be in hopes you will defy me. I'm sick of writing I would rather be in Andromeda that way it would take a billion years for you to find me. Candle wax burns on her back in the shape of a pentacle.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.