Cough Drops ft. Stroodle Boy & sensamura Lyrics

It's hard to be yourself when nobody likes you

Safe to say I've given up

Pint of bleach up in my cup

Running from the devil guess all of the pills just ain't enough

Freddie up in my boombox

Blood staining up all my locks

Shoes is scuffed from kicking rocks

I'm clearing the room with a couple shots

Smacking my head against the wall

I'm waiting for the time the sky will fall

Angels in my vision, don't know if I'm here when the rooster caw

Shell shock in my veins, feel the pain of this buster mane

All I feel is shame of my name, farthest thing from sane

I could name drop fools up in the song but they still wouldn't notice

I'm a lost soul in this world, drifting like a wave forever hopeless

I'ma breed in my own right

Mental ending me at night

Killer like Vorhees, it's a breeze, taking my own life

Do not get me wrong I got way too much hatred saved for later

Often it's directed at the phi, gamma, theta, beta

Try to alpha me you pussy boy you get hit with a stick

Slicing you wide open, same blade that been slitting my wrist

Cough drops in my drawer

But what are they even for

Even if my throat is sore

It still can't send me soaring

Send me soaring

Send me soaring

I just wanna point my car off of a cliff and floor it

One week past and I'm revisiting feelings I'd forgotten that I've had

And I'm getting the urge to stuff my head in a paper bag

Walking the straight and narrow but my posture start to sag

Rotting deep in my core

Feeling empty like the mag when I spit

And what matters is my aim

Do a 180 then I will not feel the pain

It's a shame

I was riding high, now I want to fu-

Might just walk across the interstate to test my luck

So explain to me

Where this came from

Where I came from

Now suddenly I'm feeling lame

I would just stay in my lane

But I can't relate to anyone

I'm surrounded by a bunch of people living a weak life

Acolytes of Dionysus

Lost up in the drink, like a jellyfish they spineless

But needing more than they got to shine their brightest

Finna gas 'em up and light it

Aye

Cough drops in my drawer

But what are they even for

Even if my throat is sore

It still can't send me soaring

Send me soaring

Send me soaring

I just wanna point my car off of a cliff and floor it

I gotta become lucid

I gotta become lucid

I gotta become lucid

I gotta become lucid

Yeah