Syringe - These Colors Of f**ery lyrics

My head hurts I Don't feel my head I Don't want to live like this f** me Drug me If you dare And one day All away from Things of error Raising from my carpet Feel my head bursting in My brain loves to Crack Apart So many ways Crept up on In so many ways Then I come back With a bullsh** a** laugh Talking bout sh** I ain't never thought Never spat I wasn't raised in no goddamn hood But the suburbs ain't no f**ing hood That's cause it's boring as f** It's boring as f** I hope you're dying so quick That I don't understand why you even give a sh** Imma rip my face off with the f**in spatula Ho I know you love my dick Call that b**h a spatula