Author: Isaac Moore
... i shouldnt be here why did i come here...
... you dont like this shit why do you try this shit?
fake friends fled im all alone trapped in the house cant go home
too many new faces i dont wanna learn wont remember their names i look like a jerk
outside not an option smoke ... asthma vibrations from the vibe cause claustrophobia
vomit and weed sweat and cologne my sense have dulled everything is a drone
i cant tell if the BoomBoomBoom is the bass or my heartbeat eyes glued to the floor my chucks suck compared to all the others’ nikes
... i shouldnt be here why did i come here...
... you dont like this shit why do you try this shit?