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Kocaine Kurz - Another Sad Song Lyrics



Kocaine Kurz - Another Sad Song Lyrics
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Stuck between suicide and music, my only options
Chug it down like water then I'll place and kick the bottle
I'll beat the beats regardless, keep em coming with the vodka
12 Hours of self loathing then I'll show you true exhaustion
It's that white skinny bitchy kid who cut his hair to face the facts
When you're facing aging fast, cut your losses, chase them back
Chase the bread but never take the baker's sack
You can suck a bong, erase the pain for a second til you're racing back
F*cking disgusting how these kids all think they're buzzing
I could shove a scalpel through my eye and make less rukus
Got the drugs and, a million dollar budget
And you spent it all on guns for the flex, don't think you're tough man
We don't believe you, when you're seeing bones I toss em
I f*cking Rick Ross em, eat em for lunch and then I vomit
Volatile alcohol, I'm the newest kid on the block
I'm the reason that the 12 step program extends to crack rocks
Another f*cking sad song, Kocaine got it mad wrong
You're thinking that I'm bitching, a cry for help is what you passed on
Another f*cking sad song, Kocaine got it mad wrong
You're thinking that I'm bitching, a cry for help is what you passed on
Kocaine, it's a funny name when you read it
But when you read into it more, you can see the reasons that I'm bleeding
The friendships turned me evil and the scalpels in my jeans
Are keeping 3 6 slits on the outskirts of where the seam is
My guillotine is gleaming, the pressure's exerted even
My whole body is aching, going through withdrawals on a weekend
I'm a million times worse than what the hypebeasts call geekin
Self destructive douche bag with a gun and zero reason
I've been f*cking lower than low so I'm been playing limbo
I'd raise the bar but I'd choke, cough and suffocate more
I've been turning up stones, a trail of bones to my throne
I'll crack a rona just to sit lecture kids on reform
I'm a step away from talking real anonymous
My parents are catching onto this, starting to see the sloppy wrists
Starting to read the apparent signs of major depressive episodes
I'll leave you with concerns about what will happen next with those
BANG
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Stuck between suicide and music, my only options
Chug it down like water then I'll place and kick the bottle
I'll beat the beats regardless, keep em coming with the vodka
12 Hours of self loathing then I'll show you true exhaustion
It's that white skinny bitchy kid who cut his hair to face the facts
When you're facing aging fast, cut your losses, chase them back
Chase the bread but never take the baker's sack
You can suck a bong, erase the pain for a second til you're racing back
F*cking disgusting how these kids all think they're buzzing
I could shove a scalpel through my eye and make less rukus
Got the drugs and, a million dollar budget
And you spent it all on guns for the flex, don't think you're tough man
We don't believe you, when you're seeing bones I toss em
I f*cking Rick Ross em, eat em for lunch and then I vomit
Volatile alcohol, I'm the newest kid on the block
I'm the reason that the 12 step program extends to crack rocks
Another f*cking sad song, Kocaine got it mad wrong
You're thinking that I'm bitching, a cry for help is what you passed on
Another f*cking sad song, Kocaine got it mad wrong
You're thinking that I'm bitching, a cry for help is what you passed on
Kocaine, it's a funny name when you read it
But when you read into it more, you can see the reasons that I'm bleeding
The friendships turned me evil and the scalpels in my jeans
Are keeping 3 6 slits on the outskirts of where the seam is
My guillotine is gleaming, the pressure's exerted even
My whole body is aching, going through withdrawals on a weekend
I'm a million times worse than what the hypebeasts call geekin
Self destructive douche bag with a gun and zero reason
I've been f*cking lower than low so I'm been playing limbo
I'd raise the bar but I'd choke, cough and suffocate more
I've been turning up stones, a trail of bones to my throne
I'll crack a rona just to sit lecture kids on reform
I'm a step away from talking real anonymous
My parents are catching onto this, starting to see the sloppy wrists
Starting to read the apparent signs of major depressive episodes
I'll leave you with concerns about what will happen next with those
BANG
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Writer: Avery Kurz
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Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: Avery Kurz

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