(fu*k all this, ain't feelin' it)
(my self, ain't cross-fit)
(i can't leave in it)
It's so bad, that it's laughable
All these games that you thought me
Ain't Lunchables
Never been there for me, when Dovre falls
The son of God, temples, and walls
I'm here just to clarify this sh*t
Always asking for the right one
(No sh*t)
But I thought you were the right one for me
Now when I think about
I think it's funny
Always stuck behind those walls
(walls)
Fasten up, because of these halls
(halls)
Run away with no escape
No tape, mind rape, never a mistakе
I've been standin' alone at home
Doing drugs 'til it fills my soul
Whеn I'm all alone
(i can't be)
When I'm all alone
(depression seek)
Three four five six and seven-eights on you
On you
On you-
Yeah
Always looking up to the priest and pope
No shiver my timbers
Always giving me hope
No sign of life on the dead streets
No sigh of life between those hallow streets