Wretched

作曲：Y C K

作词：Y C K

Shoutout all the people getting way too high to function

I relate when minor struggles chain react my pill consumption

Think of everything I did and tried attempt to make it through

Or think about the things I want to say but I can't say to you

This optimistic faith can only take us both so far

Said that they could treat you better but you're missing all the charm

Every thought about me not the same it's gotta be something inside

No you could try to phase me can't replace me calling me one of a kind

I have dug these trenches deep

No use for hands, extremities

This is my resting place

We'll die along these wretched ways

Take it or leave it hate me or love me

Losing enjoyment you've stolen it from me

Made it through winter just barely so

Imagining all these scenarios

That I just vanish gone into dust

There ain't no person I'm wanting to trust

Not even I myself I'm a threat

5150 we cannot forget

** a snap streak rather make trap beats

Got a little bit of drink in an old canteen

Wanna back me coming down caffeine

Say that you been up top but I know that can't be

Got a wack style bars in the scrap pile

That you **ing tossed out this'll be the last trial

You don't sling no ** you a ** no show

** biting curb and this ain't no joke

I have dug these trenches deep

No use for hands, extremities

This is my resting place

We'll die along these wretched ways

Hate this back and forth

It's torture that I could not take and endure

Never too certain that I can recover

Cause I'm just a pawn yeah I'm just another

Part of a game part of your scheme

Personal gain is your means

Shamefully hating me you could not pray for me

Try to get rid of me waiting complacently

Loitering hope I'd avoided em

When I stopped caring that I disappointed em

All of that freedom had gone to my head

And I could not handle I'm higher instead

Frequenting ** deepening cuts

Weakening lungs they're seeping in blood

Fevering up I'm keeping the tuss

I'm clearing my mind with the ** in the blunt

I have dug these trenches deep

No use for hands, extremities

This is my resting place

We'll die along these wretched ways

I'm clearing my mind with the ** in the blunt

I have dug these trenches deep

No use for hands, extremities

This is my resting place

We'll die along these wretched ways