who tf

Is the saying
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is a mystery
But today is a gift
That's why it's called the present

With red eyes, I had pressed back harder the most
If I die, promise me I'll be with you inside of your toast
But if I live however
Please make room for me
'Cause in this rainy weather
My ghost dances hauntingly

I felt this molly boot me up
I felt the devil f*ck my holes
F*ck with me and lose your soul
Junkie model tryna cope
Leave your lover in the dust
People can't prevent the cold
We all suffer in this moment
But right now, we’ll never know

Cursed characters spat from out her mouth
I've known like about three failures she had sl*tted out
Now it's me and I'm okay with that 'cause I don't view myself
As a saint I'm more of a guinea pig for different mental welts she deems appropriate

My old bones and lost memories
I fight to remember these
My old bones and lost memories
I fight to remember these

So what?
Of course I couldn’t give a f*ck, I'm high
Off drugs, we petty fight and petty f*ck in time
But this time I went home, uh
I'm at peace in my room all on my own, uh
What if earth's crust was torn up?
And our time was cut short
Uh, would you wish you’d shown up?
On that night, on my porch

With red eyes, I had pressed back harder the most
If I die, promise me I'll be with you inside of your toast
But if I live however
Please make room for me
'Cause in this rainy weather
My ghost dances hauntingly
With red eyes, I had pressed back harder the most
If I die, promise me I'll be with you inside of your toast
But if I live however
Please make room for me
'Cause in this rainy weather
My ghost dances hauntingly