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Ever-r-r

I've been stressed out for a minute, I need a breather now
On the floor, fucking bleeding out, wait
Like fuck that, I'm leaving now
Stack my money to the ceiling now
My momma told me I should go get it
Unless I got a little broke fetish
Don't care, I don't know better
Got bloodstains on my new sweater

Yeah, I don't care what they want from me
Got me a laptop, not a damn degree
It don't mean a fucking damn to me
I get it if you're not a fan of me
I might fucking sell my soul away
For like ten bands and a place
Tell 'em I'm sorry, had to make 'em wait
I had to a take a motherfuckin' break
Running on like no damn rest
Give me a second to catch my breath
And I fuck up when I try my best
Bullet hole straight through my chest
Say what they want
Let them stare when I walk
Let them listen when I talk
Have 'em wishing I would fall

Just so we're being straight and clear, the A is authenticity, just being yourself
A friend of mine described it as standing in your own truth, which I think is a lovely way to put it

I've been stressed out for a minute, I need a breather now
On the floor, fucking bleeding out, wait
Like fuck that, I'm leaving now
Stack my money to the ceiling now
My momma told me I should go get it
Unless I got a little broke fetish
Don't care, I don't know better
Got bloodstains on my new sweater

Hi Jades, I love you
Running on like no damn rest
Give me a second to catch my breath
And I fuck up when I try my best
Bullet hole straight through my chest
Say what they want
Let them stare when I walk
Let them listen when I talk
Have 'em wishing I would fall
And at the end of that is our best friend, of course, is our old friend, silence
There's nothing wrong with a bit of silence