Killed one bitch, now they think I'm feral
Lookin' in the eye of a twelve-gauge barrel
Yung skeleton cast spells like a pharaoh
​witchbox in the cut, choppin' up bone marrow
Hey there girl, we should kill ourselves
Lost my change to the wishing well
Don't want help but I still need help
Newports rock so it's fuck my health
I lay down, go back to sleep
I could kill myself in weeks
Guess that my words must hurt deep
But I was lyin' through my teeth
But if we speak
You'd be relieved
But I'd be rottin' from my grief
Cigarette smoke on her cheek
Thoughts that cloud my mind for weeks