Open your nose and bleed out smoke
'Cause even dope seems better than this
Open the door to breathe out cold
'Cause one tight rope seems better than this
Take me to shore it's clear as day
That the only way to make you think is if I spray
Open your page and call me fake
And then say you really love me standing next to my grave
Take me down f*ck me over for a bunch of f*cking pennies
And I'm back on my old shit
I'm back to the same slit wrist shit
Grown man taking money from a dead kid
Bashing your skull on a stove would kill my anxiousness
I'm from the real people turning into blood people
'Til I fly on to the steeple I
I'm losing hope in success I'm f*cking broke and depressed
I wanna break all their necks and maybe burn up your check
I try to lift up my chin and care about how I dress
It's all bullshit nothing seems to help not at all
Open your nose and bleed out smoke
'Cause even dope seems better than this
Open the door to breathe out cold
'Cause one tight rope seems better than this
Take me to shore it's clear as day
That the only way to make you think is if I spray
Open your page and call me fake
And then say you really love me standing next to my grave
Losing hope in these people
Don't you ever call me "Bro" f*ck you on?
Don't you ever hit me up on my phone
F*ck you know 'bout this slit wrist shit?
Painting nails call me names
Think you know a thing 'bout rage
F*ck you know?
Five years one room no people
F*ck you don't (Oh f*ck)
Another man tryna be Rain
Open your nose and bleed out smoke
'Cause even dope seems better than this
Open the door to breathe out cold
'Cause one tight rope seems better than this
Take me to shore it's clear as day
That the only way to make you think is if I spray
Open your page and call me fake
And then say you really love me standing next to my grave
"What it do, dude?" "Congrats on the tunes dude"
"I love 'em, they're my blues dude"
"I pick 'em every day I can chose dude"
"By the way sick shoes, remember the good old days? I missed you"
(Chris can I suck you off too?)
So where were y'all at when I wanted to kill myself?
Where were you all at when I was crying out for help?
And if you really f*cking listen well you should already know dude
I hate you and all the motherf*ckers like you
Open your nose and bleed out smoke
'Cause even dope seems better than this
Open the door to breathe out cold
'Cause one tight rope seems better than this
Take me to shore it's clear as day
That the only way to make you think is if I spray
Open your page and call me fake
And then say you really love me standing next to my grave
CHRIS RAIN - idgaf anymore Lyrics
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English
Open your nose and bleed out smoke
'Cause even dope seems better than this
Open the door to breathe out cold
'Cause one tight rope seems better than this
Take me to shore it's clear as day
That the only way to make you think is if I spray
Open your page and call me fake
And then say you really love me standing next to my grave
Take me down f*ck me over for a bunch of f*cking pennies
And I'm back on my old shit
I'm back to the same slit wrist shit
Grown man taking money from a dead kid
Bashing your skull on a stove would kill my anxiousness
I'm from the real people turning into blood people
'Til I fly on to the steeple I
I'm losing hope in success I'm f*cking broke and depressed
I wanna break all their necks and maybe burn up your check
I try to lift up my chin and care about how I dress
It's all bullshit nothing seems to help not at all
Open your nose and bleed out smoke
'Cause even dope seems better than this
Open the door to breathe out cold
'Cause one tight rope seems better than this
Take me to shore it's clear as day
That the only way to make you think is if I spray
Open your page and call me fake
And then say you really love me standing next to my grave
Losing hope in these people
Don't you ever call me "Bro" f*ck you on?
Don't you ever hit me up on my phone
F*ck you know 'bout this slit wrist shit?
Painting nails call me names
Think you know a thing 'bout rage
F*ck you know?
Five years one room no people
F*ck you don't (Oh f*ck)
Another man tryna be Rain
Open your nose and bleed out smoke
'Cause even dope seems better than this
Open the door to breathe out cold
'Cause one tight rope seems better than this
Take me to shore it's clear as day
That the only way to make you think is if I spray
Open your page and call me fake
And then say you really love me standing next to my grave
"What it do, dude?" "Congrats on the tunes dude"
"I love 'em, they're my blues dude"
"I pick 'em every day I can chose dude"
"By the way sick shoes, remember the good old days? I missed you"
(Chris can I suck you off too?)
So where were y'all at when I wanted to kill myself?
Where were you all at when I was crying out for help?
And if you really f*cking listen well you should already know dude
I hate you and all the motherf*ckers like you
Open your nose and bleed out smoke
'Cause even dope seems better than this
Open the door to breathe out cold
'Cause one tight rope seems better than this
Take me to shore it's clear as day
That the only way to make you think is if I spray
Open your page and call me fake
And then say you really love me standing next to my grave
'Cause even dope seems better than this
Open the door to breathe out cold
'Cause one tight rope seems better than this
Take me to shore it's clear as day
That the only way to make you think is if I spray
Open your page and call me fake
And then say you really love me standing next to my grave
Take me down f*ck me over for a bunch of f*cking pennies
And I'm back on my old shit
I'm back to the same slit wrist shit
Grown man taking money from a dead kid
Bashing your skull on a stove would kill my anxiousness
I'm from the real people turning into blood people
'Til I fly on to the steeple I
I'm losing hope in success I'm f*cking broke and depressed
I wanna break all their necks and maybe burn up your check
I try to lift up my chin and care about how I dress
It's all bullshit nothing seems to help not at all
Open your nose and bleed out smoke
'Cause even dope seems better than this
Open the door to breathe out cold
'Cause one tight rope seems better than this
Take me to shore it's clear as day
That the only way to make you think is if I spray
Open your page and call me fake
And then say you really love me standing next to my grave
Losing hope in these people
Don't you ever call me "Bro" f*ck you on?
Don't you ever hit me up on my phone
F*ck you know 'bout this slit wrist shit?
Painting nails call me names
Think you know a thing 'bout rage
F*ck you know?
Five years one room no people
F*ck you don't (Oh f*ck)
Another man tryna be Rain
Open your nose and bleed out smoke
'Cause even dope seems better than this
Open the door to breathe out cold
'Cause one tight rope seems better than this
Take me to shore it's clear as day
That the only way to make you think is if I spray
Open your page and call me fake
And then say you really love me standing next to my grave
"What it do, dude?" "Congrats on the tunes dude"
"I love 'em, they're my blues dude"
"I pick 'em every day I can chose dude"
"By the way sick shoes, remember the good old days? I missed you"
(Chris can I suck you off too?)
So where were y'all at when I wanted to kill myself?
Where were you all at when I was crying out for help?
And if you really f*cking listen well you should already know dude
I hate you and all the motherf*ckers like you
Open your nose and bleed out smoke
'Cause even dope seems better than this
Open the door to breathe out cold
'Cause one tight rope seems better than this
Take me to shore it's clear as day
That the only way to make you think is if I spray
Open your page and call me fake
And then say you really love me standing next to my grave
Writer: Christian Sassaro
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid