Synthetic Pills

作曲：James Beight

作词：James Beight

Babe I'm broke-

Babe I'm broke I buy synthetic pills

She ask me if they feel alright

Baby yeah they feel real

They're the best that my money can buy

Swear they'll get you stupid fried

Living like a star, tonight I'll show you why I get high

I swear anxiety is killing me

It's creeping in my closet

I swear it's tryna freak me out

Synthetic pills in my mouth

Ain't even wash them down

And I been coughing up blood

I think I might tap out

Walk in who the ** are you idk

And i’m lit af got these LVs all over my clothes

Got 2 emo ** cutting lines and doing **

And i don’t listen to ur music ur a joke

Walk into the party in all black just like im emmitt till

All these ** wanna ** i text em back and say that’s real

Make her wet just like seal

Poppin bottles til they’re gone

Takin models to my car

That’s just what i’ve been on

Poppin bottles in my room

Like baby we don’t take it slow

Grinding grinders in my room

Were smoking ** were smoking **

Drinking alcohol and smoking **

Cause baby that’s my only home

Its the only way to cope

**ed up in my bedroom

Slash my wrist slash my wrist in a red room

Drinking ** drinking ** cause I have to

Don’t give a ** baby you should go and kill yourself

I swear anxiety is killing me

It's creeping in my closet

I swear it's tryna freak me out

Synthetic pills in my mouth

Ain't even wash them down

And I been coughing up blood

I think I might tap out

Anxiety is killing me

I just wanna go to sleep

Monsters gonna catch me in my dreams

Spiders crawling on my skin crawling on my walls

Me and scoob and tr4sh smoking blunts until we fall

** it we rocking in vip

Catch me w my skinny jeans yea u know we pourin up a 3

Rocking shades on in the club ya ** i cant see

Pretty skinny ** please just manipulate me

Bby I’ll turn to a statistic

Wit these wrist they slitted

Im **ed up I admit it

Im **ed up I admit it

N u say u want my digits

Yk I love my **

I woke up on the wrong side

Now I can’t sleep tonight

Come in my room and you’ll see red

I’m **ed up in the head

Anxiety got me dead

Don’t wna wake up again

I wna sleep till the night ends

Bby I’m a hikko

Bby I’m a sicko

But can you save me tho

I swear anxiety is killing me

It's creeping in my closet

I swear it's tryna freak me out

Synthetic pills in my mouth