Feed me by Bertinous Lyrics

Uhhhh
Sorry, I’m tryin’ run it
I don’t know this might be the one
I’m honestly so tired of this shit

You can call me depressed
Yet you the fucking mess
I’m just tryin’ speak my mother fucking mind yes nothing less
God won’t let me put my god damned problems to fucking rest
Caress my mind cus’ its been vandalized by fucking stress
My pothead lungs ran out of breath
All I do is fucking fade away with my dying chest
Life’s like chess
Don’t find me dead at a desk
Cus’ I ain’t made for that shit
I’d rather inject lead on my death bed
I’d rather suffer instеad
But make sure my dick still works cus’ I guess that’s all that’s lеft
That’s that left curve
You know I’m saying the best words
Get your dumbass bitch out of my face before I end her
Slender, tender lies immortalize the minds of crooked eyed wives
She was mine but now she’s living in time to the rhythms I write
She can’t get enough of this fucking pimp shit, am i right