This is a black, black ski mask song ◇ So put all of your anger on ◆ In the truly gruesome do we trust ◇ I will always land on you like a sucker punch
- ▶ ▷▶ ▷▶ ▷▶ ▷▶ ▷ ＳＩＮＧＩＮＧ Ｉ ＡＭ ＹＯＵＲ ＷＯＲＳＴ, Ｉ ＡＭ ＹＯＵＲ ＷＯＲＳＴ ＮＩＧＨＴＭＡＲＥ
I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare
▶ ▷▶ ▷▶ ▷▶ ▷▶ ▷ ＩＦ ＹＯＵ ＫＮＥＷ, ＫＮＥＷ ＷＨＡＴ ＴＨＥ ＢＬＵＥＢＩＲＤＳ ＳＡＮＧ ＡＴ ＹＯＵ
You would never sing along
▶ ▷▶ ▷▶ ▷▶ ▷▶ ▷ ＣＡＳＴ ＴＨＥＭ ＯＵＴ ＣＡＵＳＥ ＴＨＩＳ ＩＳ ＯＵＲ ＣＵＬＴＵＲＥ
These new flocks are nothing but vultures
▶ ▷▶ ▷▶ ▷▶ ▷▶ ▷ ＢＥＣＡＵＳＥ ＴＨＥＹ ＴＯＯＫ ＯＵＲ ＬＯＶＥ ＡＮＤ ＴＨＥＹ ＦＩＬＬＥＤ ＩＴ ＵＰ
Filled it up with Novocaine and now I’m just numb
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ℛosaline woke up in her two bedroom apartment, the other one was actually being taken as well. By her best friend, who was a person with bad intentions. Don't get her wrong, she loved her best friend, in a friend-zone way only, but hated him for his bad ways. Rosaline kept a steady job at a big corporation in the middle of the windy city Chicago, and helped out her friend, for the most part. She's tried multiple times to help him sober up, but it was no use anymore, when he literally refused it from her. It hurt her knowing how much her friend was in pain, but she guessed he enjoyed it. Anyways, she got out of bed, and quickly changed into an outfit as she got ready to work, another 9-5 shift. That's the bad thing. It kept her away from him and she worried those 8 long hours. God, why'd he change? Something changed in him, and she saw it, but she could never put her finger on it.
Never Yell Free Weed
