[Intro: Lil Peep]
I'm a punk star, bitch I feel like Fish Narc
Charlie Shuffler
She say why the fuck you going through my cell phone
GBC
[Chorus: Lil Peep]
Pocket full of xan, percocets and rubber bands
GothBoiClique tatted on my hand
GothBoiClique, you don't understand
I seen a lot of shit, we been through a lot of shit
Pocket full of xan, percocets and rubber bands
GothBoiClique tatted on my hand
GothBoiClique, you don't understand
I seen a lot of shit, we been through a lot of shit
[Verse 1: Lil Peep]
Why the fuck you going through my cellphone
Why the fuck you going through my cellphone
Through my cellphone
Why the fuck you going through my cellphone
[Verse 2: Mackned]
Mackned
You know I'm a dirtbag, so let me go
I wish you loved me like the dope (Yah)
I wish I had more time to cope (Yah)
Why do I feel alone at a sold-out show
I hate my cellphone, please don't let me pick it up
GothBoiClique is the reason I get up
And girl it's hard to love you sober
Goth star, fuck me when the club's over
Yeah, fuck me when the door is closed
You said enough to let the whole clique wanna die
Yah, yah, fuck me with the door's closed
You said enough to let the whole clique run there
Fuck me to my first track
Baby fuck me 'till I'm over
I'm a punk star, bitch I feel like Fish Narc
Charlie Shuffler
She say why the fuck you going through my cell phone
GBC
[Chorus: Lil Peep]
Pocket full of xan, percocets and rubber bands
GothBoiClique tatted on my hand
GothBoiClique, you don't understand
I seen a lot of shit, we been through a lot of shit
Pocket full of xan, percocets and rubber bands
GothBoiClique tatted on my hand
GothBoiClique, you don't understand
I seen a lot of shit, we been through a lot of shit
[Verse 1: Lil Peep]
Why the fuck you going through my cellphone
Why the fuck you going through my cellphone
Through my cellphone
Why the fuck you going through my cellphone
[Verse 2: Mackned]
Mackned
You know I'm a dirtbag, so let me go
I wish you loved me like the dope (Yah)
I wish I had more time to cope (Yah)
Why do I feel alone at a sold-out show
I hate my cellphone, please don't let me pick it up
GothBoiClique is the reason I get up
And girl it's hard to love you sober
Goth star, fuck me when the club's over
Yeah, fuck me when the door is closed
You said enough to let the whole clique wanna die
Yah, yah, fuck me with the door's closed
You said enough to let the whole clique run there
Fuck me to my first track
Baby fuck me 'till I'm over
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