SKIN IM IN GEHRMAN

I hate my face
I hate my soul
I hate the skin im in
Tangled up like wires
In my pocket
Intestines
Please don’t hit my line i see the darkest side of me
Please don’t hit my line i see the darkest side of me

Flowers of evil
Everyone is silhouettes
I sell dope to a dopefiend or a bitch who pregnant
Used to feel so fake and hollow holly pocket
Plastic
Pack me
Pull me till i fucking snap
Poke and prod and pass
I don’t got no god damn time to act like im all right
Liquor in my liver
My room glow red late at night
My life like A24 films in the end where we all die
Holes inside my brain i hear the little worms cry
You can’t do it like me, ay
Drip from my head to my feet, ay
That right there my liver, huh
In offwhite like “LIVER”, yuh
I vacay in hostels, wait
Sell my parts
My gospel, ay
Iced out wrist
Whole iced out hand like Hoss Delgado, yuh
Ay
I been so hesitant
Constantly panicking
Druggie for leverage
Beam me up scotty
Equipped with the shotty
My friends more like shadows that haunt me
If you gonna talk shit
Talk shit
Follow your gut
Might’ve lost it
So much drink
Im toxic
Talk to myself olly oxen