Testo Pull Up - 8corpses
Testo della canzone Pull Up (8corpses), tratta dall'album Pull Up - Single
Pull up on me
Pull up
Pull up on me
Bitch it ain't aloha
I ain't tryna hang loose
I wanna say fuck the world
And hang by a noose
Same old same old
Just sippin on booze
I'm sick of this
Lifes a fucking bitch
Trips to the triage
I keep getting sick
I try to numb the pain everytime I flick the bic
But I am lunatic
I don't give a shit
Bitch, drop dead
Like a motherfucking casket
One tap you like Im strapped with a musket
Turn you to ashes
Douse your body up in some acid
Jessie Pinkman fashion
I'm Finna pull a Kurt Cobain
Shotgun in my mouth
Till the neighbors hear the bang
Rob a pharmacy
To quench my tendencies
Offing myself is my destiny
Oblivion will end my agony
Search a pedophile directory
Just to be a vigilante
Turn their places to a fucking cemetery
Murder every fucking pedo in my city
Break in their homes,
Then break their bones
Burn their skin till it's a different tone
Shoot them up with cocaine
As they pass out from the pain
I'm insane
I got a Hollow chest
I am so stressed
I needa vent
I am a mess
Life isn't making sense
I'm always getting tense
So obsessed
Nonetheless
Random thoughts popping through my head
Waking up in the morning
Wishing I was dead
Waking up in the morning
And I'm already mourning
Apathy I'm yearning
Cause I hate loathing
Starring at my sad face while I brushing my teeth
Wake n bake
Just to forsake
All these feelings that I hate
Taken several sips to the face
POP A Ativan
To comedown from the shroom trip
NOW IM FINNA DIP
IN MY YORDAN SUCKS DRIP
CONTEMPLATING GHOST RIDDING THE WHIP
OFF OF A CLIFF
BUT AT LEAST
IF I DIE ILL LOOK LIKE A PIMP
BITCH
Credits
Writer(s): Eight Corpses
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