M3 N Min3

(Your name's not down)

We never stop bleeding
We lock our legs and start to drown
You made me the culture
It just wraps back to back around
Lymph node infection
Go spit the leeches on the ground
It's just seizures on repeat now
It's just back to back to back

I was up in life
Until you popped the nerves inside my eyes
You pushed your thumbs in deeper
I felt it in my spine
But now I feel much better
'Cause I don't gotta see what they say online
You made my mind up for me
Think I'll just stick to me n-

(Please believe me, you'll kill people)
(Nurse!)
(Listen to me)
(Nurse!)
(Take your life, David, before you kill others)

You scream past my head
My arms locked by my sides
I sprint, run for cover
You die in a knife fight
I trip and fall upwards
I stretch across the sky
My limbs stress and shatter
My lungs pop, I can't cry, I fall

(Check)
(Style, style, style, go)

T-t-turn it up, loud and clear, now
All these songs are the same, like Ram Ranch
Y'all got nasty, y'all get to actin'
Ten, 20, ten, quit stalling us
We're stylin' on the beat, 'cause y'all messed up
Better watch out 'cause you're not like us
K-keep it on hush, like, turn it down low
Actin' like, trippin' like, there ain't much mo'

F-f-f-f-farther than they would've gone
You ain't gotta play no games, let's go
They're made of hashtags, we're going that way
Buckle up fast, we're acting now
I don't give a fuck who cares
Better wake up, or you might get slapped
Better walk light and watch your step
Bust your head, take a leap of death, style

I got a girl and we're best friends
And I hope that we'll get out of this okay
Find me on the street, teeth shattered on the pavement
I get up and bite for another taste
Puke on stage, and I'm fighting for my pride in the pit
'Till the skin's ripped off my face
This is my life and you can never take that
You will never put me in my grave

Please don't cry