Pathendream (Explicit)

I’m stuck in here and just picking up my time

All the fancy-dressed girls are passing me by

I’m tryna lose myself I’m too suicidal

Feeling like a pumpkin going to kill his own name.

I don’t **** for fame.

All these little titled games are walking across the street

Hey you, See you at the morning bedsheet

By a coffee beside, pull my inner outside

I don’t wanna hit you

You don’t know how I taste like.

Like a Whiskey Pie.

You’ll be burning on my desire

Can’t move my fingers

Light up the fires.

Taking this **** was the best thing I did

Life was a lie and then turned into a meme

Now I’m still stuck with my own private sins

Listening to Arctic Monkey’s Crying Lightening

Bolding and holding my pumped soul inside

Feeling like a junkie sex-robot meantime

Someone texted me and my phone did a chime

Don’t know how people believe in sunshine.

HEY YOU

You look so cool

Hey you

You look like fun.

Hey you, See you in the morning bedsheet

By a coffee beside, pull my inner outside

I don’t wanna hit you

I just wanna heat you

I wanna ****in’ heat you.

You’ll be burning on my desire

Can’t move my fingers

Light up the fires.

Taking this **** was the best thing I did

Life was a lie and then turned into a meme

Now I’m still stuck with my own private sins

Listening to Arctic Monkey’s Crying Lightening