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(Paulie) God I've got gorillas on my chest, but there's demons in my brain Even though your mind is numb, I'll still make sure you feel my pain Could manipulate your bitch or I could write a song like this But you wouldn't get the message till I hang or slit my wrist I'm that young Charles Manson while you're just Chris Hansen Used to shop at Hot Topic when I spilled blood on the floor No one is dancing, gun up to my head I can't sleep in my own bed At least Midnight have some album art to use when they find me dead You don't know me (Trust me, you don't) You don't know me (And trust me, you won't, yeah-haha) (But I can still—) Slit my wrist, stab my thighs Oh my God, I wanna die Rip my heart out, cut my eyes, my only aim is suicide Only dead thing in the room Someone come rescue me, come save me soon I've been drowning inside of my own thoughts Beginning to lose air, I'm in a typhoon Ayy, it's that motherfucking Glo shit (Glo shit) I'm a leader, two liters full of potion (Full of potion) 29 grams in my ounces (In my ounces) Ask my plug, he would tell you I'm a good kid (Good kid) Ask my mom, she would tell you I'm a good kid (Good kid) Ask my thot, she would tell you I got that good dick (That good dick) Ask my pops, I don't even fucking know him (Fuck) I know why he left (Heh), 'cause he couldn't fucking handle this (No) Can't nobody handle this? (Nah) Watch me do my damage, bitch (What?) Loud pack look like amethyst (What's wrong?) Yeah, it's really me, I'm Lil Peep (Yeah) Please don't panic, bitch (No) Glow up with my team (Yeah) That's my dream (Yeah) Bitch, we getting rich (Yeah) Making bitches scream, uh Man, this Xanax got me fucked up, man, my bad
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