Hellhound Reads My Thoughts

At my window
 At my window
 Dog with three heads like a carpool
 He's seen me sin though
 On the glass
 Scratching down, a diminuendo
 Scratching out a dildo
 I get the innuendo
 Don't you feel alone hoe
 Don't feel sick
 Don't you miss your friends
 You bitch
 Don't you feel ill
 Wish that you were rich
 So that you could fill your life with friends that don't exist
 So that you could spill all the things that they missed
 I'm looking like little Bill without all the hair I ripped
 Wish that I could chill
 With my best friends
 With my best friends
 With my best friends
 I feel fucking sick
 Ay
 Best bisexual in the game
 Except for Frank and Janelle Monae
 And Tyler
 Wait are those ones just gay
 I burn myself with a motherfucking lighter
 How i am
 The higher, the less pain goes away
 That's how I'm feeling
 I feel so electric I'm eeling
 I'm straight fucking dealing in pain
 The worst drug of all cus' it always feels the same
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