"Lodi" Suicide girl, yeah, made it happen Through the window Catch me crashing in Grab the bag before I go Gypsy, pills and spells hallows Just call me Mary I pray to her daily She a fly bitch and she hella crazy Shout out to bipolar fairy Freaky the witch Calling a stroller But no one calls shit Better be ready for apocalypse Live in fish tub a sea weed prison Live in a bubble of facts and reason Terraform the planet gotta get it Wait to need it Hope to beat it Annoying lyric Expect the worst No don't Let's hear it Girls at hearings Never tell the truth Just say what they need to To make the other lose Motha Focka Bitch on a cross Tell me to die Tell me I'm not... Pews are lined up for afuneral Kids are all make out cause they young still Water Holy water never missed a spot Doesnt burn Just feels like Hindu Takes the cake back to the fancy flat Just got married time to get trashed Yeah time to get trashed And I'm hot as summer And when I Lodi, I'll boil under Texas chainsaw stole the breakfast plate out the tree Plug in the wall and take a bullet for meh Men arent wrong neither arsumen In case theres no... Whut? And I'm hot as summer And when I Lodi, I'll boil under Texas chainsaw stole the breakfast plate out the tree Plug in the wall take a bullet for meh Men arent wrong neither are women Tell your fathers and mothers That They are full of sin Christianity is great Christianity is fun Lets all get in the dungeon And put ourselves on the cross And get really sexy dancing Now we're in a fucking club And we're in a fucking club Now we're in the fucking club And I'm hot as summer And when I Lodi, I'll boil under And I'm hot as summer And when I low-die, I'll boil under Other lose Other lose Pool o blood on flace slay to crave sleep In your speak ang Speakin like cannon fodder let it do it Kinda like it uh Give one away You gotta change The way you thank The things you want What do you want Sometimes you gotta take that ass Cut it up serve it in a glass Smoke some tree like You on that grass Talkin bout that ass Gon get it gurl Sometimes you gotta take that ass Cut it up serve it in a glass Smoke some tree like You on that grass Talkin bout that ass Gon get it gurl Sometimes you gotta get that ass Cut it up serve it in a glass Smoke some tree like You on that grass Talkin bout that ass Gon get it gurl Do you like the way.. The way my body looks over the ocean? Baby, my corpse weighs so little And there's no pulp when my blood runs rapid Do you like the way.. The way my body looks over the ocean? Baby, my corpse weighs so little And there's no pulp When my blood runs rapid IMA getcha ya cat get the fuck off tumblr booshi bitch Call me a blessing finna go to the last case for a blanket or whatever they said to the last me its the past things that really haunt me Its a record, I don't really need to read the writing Its a spare Shakespeare of me I'm begging imploring It seems the best of us is measured out by the ones that are dying before dying dying before us (my lazy days) dying before dying dying before us (my lazy days) Sometimes you gotta take that ass Cut it up serve it in a glass Smoke some tree like You on that grass Talkin bout that ass Gon get it gurl Sometimes you gotta take that ass Cut it up serve it in a glass Smoke some tree like You on that grass Talkin bout that ass Gon get it gurl Sometimes you gotta get that ass Cut it up serve it in a glass Smoke some tree like You on that grass Talkin bout that ass Gon get it gurl Do you like the way.. The way my body looks over the ocean? Baby, my corpse weighs so little And there's no pulp when my blood runs rapid Do you like the way.. The way my body looks over the ocean? Baby, my corpse weighs so little And there's no pulp When my blood runs Motha Focka Bitch on a cross Tell me to die Tell me I'm not a mutha Fucka Bitch on a cross Tell me to die Tell me I'm not... Door a door, don't make me be here. The party's gone its just me left. Waiting at a door ah only described as um my undiscomfort My only snug feet in a cocoon of ah hospital dysfunctional Motha Focka Bitch on a cross Tell me to die Tell me I'm not a mutha Fucka Bitch on a cross Tell me to die Tell me I'm not...

"Fiver" (I'm always sayin, "Why not?") Ah, fuck, I could eat A thousand fries I know this pack Of cigarrettes won't last 'Til my next pay check Why? Yeah, my phone's off Don't call or text 'Til day-fri I bought these beers Last night was worth it EBT : Ebby Tebby New York City : In my dreams I love Tha Bay But I can't afford To pay the rent Work a shitty job Just for cigarrettes (So I'll just sleep here and wait) I want to drink to dumb the pain (So I'll just sleep here and wait) Of being broke but got no change (So I'll just sleep here and wait) So I'll just slip into this slumber, waiting So I just sleep until the sun stops rising Hospitalin Waiting for this iv to get out of me reminds me back when When we was just teenz crazy I forgot how sweet that freedom tasted on my cheek A creme de le creme de le creme de le cray only to smell gasoline the creme de le cray only to smell gasoline Tricky my way into a short charkaerena I'm watching the drip of the saline falling into my veinies Its a faith to bleed the truth I'm a fuckin pagan turned to fucking Jews I can't say it without bending Gods been known to kill with salt Just by lookin Lukewarm in a bottle Crimson blood in a goblet Man, whathe what the fuck? What the fuck, man What the fuck, man What the fuck? Yeah, what the fuck Man, what the, what the fuck? (Fiver, fiver, fiver Holding papers ) Ah, fuck, I could eat A thousand fries I know this pack Of cigarrettes won't last 'Til my next pay check Why? Yeah, my phone's off Don't call or text 'Til day-fri I bought these beers Last night was worth it EBT : Ebby Tebby New York City : In my dreams I love Tha Bay But I can't afford To pay the rent Work a shitty job Just for cigarrettes decisions cause the well to shallow He asks her nicely and she thinks how shallow Really hates herself so she acts like a little heat could ever warm up her cold soul Motha Focka, bitch on a cross Tell me to die Tell me I'm not a mutha fucka Bitch on a cross, tell me to die Tell me I'm not... Waiting at a door ah only described as um my undiscomfort My only snug feet in a cocoon of ah hospital dysfunctional Yeah, I'm hot as summer And when I Lodi, I'll boil under I'm hot as summer And when I Lodi, I'll boil under (So I'll just sleep here and wait) I want to drink to dumb the pain (So I'll just sleep here and wait) Of being broke but got no change (So I'll just sleep here and wait) So I'll just slip into this slumber, waiting So I just sleep until the sun stops rising Man, what the fuck, man Man, what the fuck? Man, what the fuck, man Man, what the fuck? What the fuck? Man, what the fuck?