This feeling in my chest
Oh my god, oh my god
I'm getting close to puke if it doesn't ever stop
What if everybody dies and there is no God?
Everybody turns on me like the world and it doesn't ever stop
You nothin' but a junkie, bitch
So put those bullets through my head until I cannot twitch
I'd rather have a Chelsea Smile than feel like this
So take the side of my lips and just rip them to bits
I don't feel like myself
Keep me in a cage, keep me in a cell
I'm convinced nothing comes after, this life is the Hell
Don't you bite the hand that feeds you bitch, I'm just here to help
I'm not here for fucking sequels bitch, I was doing well
Don't you bite the hand that feeds you bitch, I'm just here to help
I'm really not here for a sequel bitch, I was doing well
Rip my smile in two (Just a little bit)
Rip my smile in two (I'm getting sick of it)
Rip my smile in two (Just a little bit)
Rip my smile in two
Come rip it up or I'll rip yours
Shut up, you is just a sick whore, bitch
Every single day tormentin'
Your words are a punch to the gut like a late-term abortion
I feel like I'm being extorted
Make me feel so unimportant
With you? When it rains, it's pourin'
With you? When it rains it-
This feeling in my chest
Oh my god, oh my god
I'm getting close to puke if it doesn't ever stop
What if everybody dies and there is no God?
Everybody turns on me like the world and it doesn't ever stop
You don't know if you gon' die soon
Might as well smile for the camera, make it worthwhile
Might as well be that little clown in the corner
Does she show up in your sleep but you wish you didn't know her?
Well me too
I don't wanna be here anymore than you do
Bent over backwards, trying not to lose you
Well look how it worked out
Look how it worked out
Look how it worked out, look-