Fuck those roses weren’t read Gopal

Fuck those roses weren’t red
Swore i wouldn't be here again, im here again
Your head in the clouds mine in cement

What is the point of goin out when you been sleepin just seven through ten
I missed having some friends, they distanced or dead, dunno what the difference is
Fuck the feelings and all of the motherfuckers
That wanna challenge my stance
Got nobody holding my hands
They think they better off with a bottеd out gram
Imma buy momma a house sum they’ll nevеr get a chance
Fuck your fans, i only got me, myself, and my pen
Your spine shivers like im buildin up the suspense, see

I don’t think you wanna be me, stuck in my room with nowhere to be
I think she hates me, i feel defeated, i hurts to even think it
Like i’m breathin the wrong kinda oxygen
It’s a shame how it’s not the same
And how she just left
And now i’m left
Out of breath, bereft
With what’s left

Fuck those roses weren’t red
Swore i wouldn't be here again, im here again
Your head in the clouds mine in cement