[Hook x2]
I don’t really want no weed
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really need no whip
I don’t really want no ends
[Verse 1]
I don’t really want no bitch
I don’t really want no top
I don’t really want no hope (paah)
I don’t really want no hoe
I don’t really want no life
I don’t even really wanna die
I don’t really wanna do shit bitch
World got me down and I wanna just quit
I don’t wanna play no shows
I don’t wanna make no clothes
I don’t wanna write you a verse
I don’t wanna talk no more
[Hook x2]
I don’t really want no weed
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really need no whip
I don’t really want no ends
[Bridge]
This world is a school
No one expects to stay in school forever
[Verse 2]
Sever the limbs off my torso and burn what remains
Shouts out to Coheed
I would not be alive if I gave in to one of the times that I wanted to be 6 feet deep beneath all of our feet
I’ve given up on giving up I found a reason to be in hopes you will defy me
I’m sick of writing I would rather be in Andromeda that way it would take a billion years for you to find me
[Outro]
Candle wax burns on her back in the shape of a pentacle