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Letra : Joshlen Flores

I know you so well, so well
I mean, I can do anything that he can
I've been pretty—

I know you're somewhere, somewhere
I've been trapped in my mind, girl, just holding on
I don't wanna pretend we're something, we're nothing
I've been stuck thinking 'bout her, I can't hold on (I'll be feeling)

I'm in pain, wanna put ten shots in my brain
I've been trippin' 'bout some things, can't change
Suicidal, same time I'm tame
Picture this, in bed, get a phone call
Girl that you f**ked with killed herself
That was this summer when nobody helped
And ever since then, man, I hate myself
Wanna f**kin' end it, pessimistic
All wanna see me with no pot to p*ss in
But n***as been excited 'bout the grave I'm diggin'
Havin' conversations 'bout my haste decisions
f**kin' sickenin'; at the same time
Memories surface through the grapevine
'Bout my uncle playin' with a slip knot
Post-traumatic stress got me f**ked up
Been f**ked up since the couple months they had a n***a locked up