Im so tired of this crux shit
F*ck around and start a f*cking mosh pit
Im so tired of you f*ckboys
Used to be a four but im a mess boy
Calling me up i dont answer a phone, nothing disturbing me out of this zone, my soul on The beat but yeah twiz is my bro, if you want a message go listen to ramones
I haven't sleep that well since i was a teen, drinking all night and im blowing the steam, Cigarette ash is the girl of my dreams atleast when she blow me i know she won't leave
As i wrote these words sunshine all on my face, now its 7 in the morning but im Stopping at 8
I spent every waking minute put up dealing with fakes and my demons keep on calling And its ending today
Im so tired of this crux shit
F*ck around and start a f*cking mosh pit
Im so tired of you f*ckboys
Used to be a four but im a mess boy
(TWIZSOUL)
I'm so tired of this crux shit
Done with the bullshit
Throw a fit, give you a slit
I'm a soul, split your skull
Shouldn't ask it
That's your casket
Throw you back of a hearse
We ya curse
Cut where it hurts
You know whats worse
We about a rise
A demon inside
We ya demise
Run and hide
You the livestock
Try to flock
Done wit a Glock
Done you in shock
Now you outta stock
This is my reality
This is my sanity
What the f*ck is morality
When we got brutality
Societies broken
Anxieties awoken
I'll reopen the stitches
As death spoken your wishes
I'm so tired of this crux shit
Done with the bullshit
Throw you a fit, give you a slit
I'm a soul, split your skull
Shouldn't ask it, that's your f*cken casket