Roaches

Chic, white, dope
 Got me lit up like a matchstick
 I gotta have it, burn holes in my mattress
 Roaches, roaches in my casket
 Roaches, roaches in my casket
 Do you love me?
 Would you come to my funeral?
 When I'm gone, will you still be there?
 Am I gonna have to find out the hard way?
 I wanna know before it's too late
 So don't put me in a box 'til
 My casket drops and I'll lie still
 You'll find out the hard way
 About the pain of loss and heartache
 Chic, white, dope
 Got me lit up like a matchstick
 I gotta have it, burn holes in my mattress
 Roaches, roachеs in my casket
 Roaches, roaches in my caskеt
 Tragic habits like I'm an addict
 Haven't been the same since about this time last year
 All these highs are bringing me down
 All my friends are watching me drown
 Tragic habits like I'm an addict
 Fucking on me, Gucci all black
 You know she love that sad shit
 Gothic, rachet, lay her on the mattress
 Make her do a backflip, you know I'm a sad shit
 I got holes in my teeth where my heart used to be
 I got scars on my wrist, wear my heart on my sleeve
 Sinking feeling, falling faster
 Ripped jeans, sad boy, that's–last year
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 Chic, white, dope
 Got me lit up like a matchstick
 I gotta have it, burn holes in my mattress
 Roaches, roaches in my casket
 Roaches, roaches in my casket