Just send me the clouds
I wanna feel the thunder
Bitch get up off me
This is a f*cking spill to me
Hate me. Hate us. Hate me
Hate me. Hate us. Hate me
Sometimes, when starting a new chapter
I can sense you and hear you into me
But in truth I can hardly focus
As a memories seem to flow past of me
Last week a friend made fun of me, called me names, said damn, how you like me?
I hate these Girls, I hate this world. Girls
Bitch get up off me
This a f*cking spill to me
Hate me. Hate us. Hate me
Hate me. Hate us. Hate me
I am the terrible prisoner
With no one to protect me
I am the terrible prisoner
I need no one to protect me
All you do is hope
That you will get to know me
Bitch get up off me
This a f*cking spill to me
Hate me. Hate us. Hate me
Hate me. Hate us. Hate me