scatterbrain - Softheart

Oh my god, I’m under the tide

I’m the poster child for

And I boast about my tropes and flaws

I’m cliffside and I’m posted, bitch

On some shit

Told my daughter «Quick, hold the jif ‘cause I’m goin' in»

RIP to my lost friends

Yeah I know one day I’ll be home again

I fucked up

Yeah you know the drill

What else did you all expect, shit

At least I’m trying to be honest

Still, I’m stuck in this coma

Ay, I’m smoking some contaminant

Nasty, nauseous

You so fucking gorgeous

I need to recharge and shit

I don’t even hold out my hands when I’m falling

The minute I think I’m important

Life shows me I’m not shit

It can turn to torment

If you linger too much on shit

Begging,

fucking with my boss, sure

I can’t do no cop out, fuck a

I’m in my head, no lookout

Not a talker