Jocelyn 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 there's something, we're nothing
I've been stuck thinking 'bout her, I can't hold on

I'm in pain, wanna put ten shots in my brain
I've been trippin' 'bout some thin's, can't change
Suicidal, same time I'm tame
Picture this, in bed, get a phone call
Girl that you fucked with killed herself
That was this summer and nobody helped
And ever since then, man, I hate myself
Wanna fuckin' end it
Pessimistic
All wanna see me with no pot to piss in
But niggas been excited 'bout the grave I'm diggin'
Havin' conversations about my haste decisions
Fuckin' sickenin'
At the same time, memory surfaced through the grapevine
'Bout my uncle playin' with a slipknot
Post traumatic stress got me fucked up
Been fucked up since a couple months they had a nigga locked up

I be feelin' pain, I be feelin' pain just to hold on
And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb
I be feelin' pain, I be feelin' pain just to hold on
And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb

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