little bit of a,
little bit of a,
little bit of a,
little bit of a,
little bit of a,
Ms me,
I'm avoiding your mess with the words I test,
I'm dizzy writing your song,
Nobody will listen but I still got a drop down,
An affraction of erasers,
Your ears are gonna be furthest out of my grip,
Yes Welcome to the The Malcom My bitch Won't you let me close my eyes,
I'm getting kind of dizzy No,
fuck,
Why give a shit?,
I get free by this shit,
Now we got back to birth Every time I spit my lyrics it gets worse and worse,
I'm writing I should be dreaming But there's nothing I can't do to make it all that I thought,
I'm writing your weird,
tape-y, mangy damn I know I should really stop but I won't,
And it's dumb, my brain I'm getting very good at making bad decisions,
Now I'm writing lyrics out of bottom I can't even see straight for the album,
Enjoy inviting the pale but don't worry my pig did not fill the blanket,
Fuck! I'm a loser I'm a failure,
These thoughts I said I would never The munchies are gonna grow hard tonight,
But I know I shouldn't,
I still got a drop down,
Welcome to the The Malcom My bitch,
Won't you let me close my eyes I'm getting kind of dizzy No,
fuck,
Why give a shit?,
I get free by this shit,
Why can't I see if I get free?,
I get free!,
Stop!,
Damn!,
Where,
are you?,
Sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep.

FUCK YOU!!!!