I’ve never been a fuck up
It kinda made me stuck up
But now I’m just a cunt who can’t even roll a blunt up
Blood runnin’ I can’t shut up
I’m numb and I’m a suck up
I got these bad habits and I think you’re where they come from
I think you’re where they come from
Still runnin’ and I’m numb, dumb
I think you’re where they come from
(I think I need a crutch, huh)

Gotta coffin nail on my lip
Probably shouldn’t praise that shit
Hoppin’ places, quick to dip
Take a rip and then its quits
I’m given gifts like flippin’ switch
In winter when the sun is dim
They’re free, so I been dressin’ rich
Now gee, thanks, but hop off dick
(It’s the) biggest prick
Down the hatch and then I’m sick
Colder than the witches tits
Even cold as Stoney’s wrist
I’m the most spun, overdone, overdrunk
Tryna overcome thoughts saying I was never loved
Do you wanna fuck with someone like me
I might be on the road to marble and ivy, or IVs
I try to be someone that these people can look up to
Feels more like I’m dropping jobs for shit that just won’t go through
(and I don’t feel like calling you)

I’ve never been a fuck up
It kinda made me stuck up
But now I’m just a cunt who can’t even roll a blunt up
Blood runnin’ I can’t shut up
I’m numb and I’m a suck up
I got these bad habits and I think you’re where they come from
I think you’re where they come from
Still runnin’ and I’m numb, dumb
I think you’re where they come from
(I think I need a crutch, huh)

And I drink way too much
And I think way too much
This world is filled with jealousy
Including me but I can cover it with some Hennessy

Woke up to bloodstains on my pillows where you used to lie
Smell of grape cigars and whiskey, room spinning, wanna die
Floor was something something sticky with tobacco covering my desk
Broken glass by the door, shivering and soaked with sweat
I guess I never went to sleep, vomit then these eyes can rest
Maybe the best things in life give you the worst breath
Honest, I can’t tell if I’m bored or if I’m sad again
Maybe not that bad again but back on some old fads again

I’ve never been a fuck up
It kinda made me stuck up
But now I’m just a cunt who can’t even roll a blunt up
Blood runnin’ I can’t shut up
I’m numb and I’m a suck up
I got these bad habits and I think you’re where they come from
I think you’re where they come from
Still runnin’ and I’m numb, dumb
I think you’re where they come from
(I think I need a crutch, huh)