Lyrics

Correct myself before I jump off of the 12th
Reflection broken, I can't store it on a shelf
Broke a pact, the blood is falling on ourselves (the bloodfall)
Past inverted, I stopped feeling like myself
Long ago I wanna get away, I packed my bags and now I'm on the road
You say I wanted this, I never did, I told you now you know
Bring it back to past, I clouded memories with so much smoke
So much smoke
So much smoke
So much- (cough)
I can't, I can't lie I still care
What you doing clouding thoughts like stale air
Close my eyes push the pedal not scared
Hope I hit wall and end it all I really don't care
Don't give up, it'll pass is what they say
What they know about me?
Fabricate it all, gotta crawl out this hole I blasted
Caught up in my lies, these ties are cutting my off circulation
Running from my problems, ain't got traction on this fucking pavement
Had a vision, out of time
Freestyling on this beat while crying
Half a joint in, I'm already high
So what's the point of even fucking trying
Had a vision, out of time
Freestyling on this beat while crying
Half a joint in, I'm already high
So what's the point of even fucking trying
Imma catch another vibe
When I'm whipping in my ride
Light a spliff and get high
Yeah think I'll close out for the night
Lay down sit tight and confide
Confidence like bliss when I'm stoned
It's not no pills no more don't ask me what I'm on
You said it wanted this is told you that I don't
Fuck you bitch leave me lone
Correct myself before I jump off of the 12th
Reflection broken, I can't store it on a shelf
Broke a pact, the blood is falling on ourselves (the bloodfall)
Past inverted, I stopped feeling like myself
Long ago I wanna get away, I packed my bags and now I'm on the road
You say I wanted this, I never did, I told you now you know
Bring it back to past, I clouded memories with so much smoke
So much smoke
So much smoke
So much- (cough)
Had a vision, out of time
Freestyling on this beat while crying
Half a joint in, I'm already high
So what's the point of even fucking trying
Had a vision, out of time
Freestyling on this beat while crying
Half a joint in, I'm already high
So what's the point of even fucking trying
Written by: Bailey Rose, Bostin Pina, Rah Vay
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