(No, no, no, NO!)
Fuck love
I don’t want none, I don’t want love
I’ll be blunt, I'm a time bomb
(No, no, no, NO!)
Fuck love
I don’t want none, I don’t want love
I’ll be blunt, I'm a time bomb
(Tick, tick, tick, tick)
You say I’m a God
But I know I’m not
Why do I feel like?
(Nothing)
[Verse: Ghostemane]
Literally a million other reasons I gotta pretend I’m ok
But I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!
What you want, bitch I’m nothin but a notch
I went diggin' thru my lungs, and it's all I really got
When am I gonna learn to give it all up?
(Nobody wants you, nobody wants you)
When am I gonna learn there’s never gonna be a forever for me
A letter from me delivered to me?
Teaming up with demons instead of trying to defeat them
Looking shawty in the eyes sayin' “Take it or leave it”
I'ma keep it under wraps that I rap
Maybe then she won’t become a demon either
And we can live in another reality
Count on me to fuck it up, fuck it up!
Never not the case, level 11 mage, I got it all made
Shouldn’t I be happy? Shouldn’t I be?
[Bridge: Ghostemane]
Help!
I'm not fucking God!
I'm not fucking happy, I'm never happy!
No!
[Pre-Outro: Ghostemane]
(I was 15, following my dreams, holes in my jeans)
(Daddy hated everything, but his pills, got his thrills)
(With his finger in my face, in my face)
(Then he'd said, "What a waste, what a waste, what a waste–")
[Outro: Ghostemane]
What a waste! What a waste!
What a waste! What a waste!
What a waste! What a waste!
What a waste! What a waste!
What a waste!
What a waste!
What a waste!
(No, no, no, NO!)
grá Fuck
Níl mé ag iarraidh aon cheann, níl mé ag iarraidh grá
Beidh mé blunt, tá mé buama ama
(Cuir tic, tic, tic, tic)
Deir tú mé Dia
Ach tá a fhios agam nach bhfuil mé
Cén fáth a bhfuil mé gur mhaith leat?
(Ní dhéanfaidh aon ní)
[Verse: Ghostemane]
Literally milliún cúiseanna eile gotta liom ligean mé ceart go leor
Ach níl mé, níl mé, níl mé, níl mé!
Cad ba mhaith leat, soith mé nothin ach notch
Chuaigh mé Diggin 'trí mo scamhóga, agus tá sé ar fad a fuair mé i ndáiríre
Nuair ag dul a liom a fhoghlaim a thabhairt go léir ar bun?
(Aon duine ar mian leat, ba mhaith le duine tú)
Nuair a bheidh mé ag dul a liom a fhoghlaim níl riamh dul a bheith ina deo dom
Litir uaim sheachadadh chugam?
Teaming suas le demons in ionad an iarraidh a defeat leo
Ag Breathnú Shawty i súile sayin '' Tóg é nó saoire é "
I'ma choimeád faoi wraps go bhfuil mé Rap
B'fhéidir ansin ní bheidh sí a bheith ina Demon ceachtar
Agus is féidir linn maireachtáil i ndáiríre eile
Líon ar dom a fuck sé suas, fuck sé suas!
Ná nach bhfuil an cás, leibhéal 11 mage, fuair mé é ar fad a rinneadh
Ní cheart dom a bheith sásta? Ní cheart dom bheith?
[Droichead: Ghostemane]
Cabhrú!
Níl mé ag fucking Dia!
Níl mé ag fucking sásta, tá mé riamh sásta!
Uimh!
[Réamh-Outro: Ghostemane]
(Bhí mé 15, tar éis mo bhrionglóidí, poill i mo jeans)
(Daidí fuath gach rud, ach a pills, fuair a thrills)
(Agus a mhéar i mo aghaidh, i mo aghaidh)
(Ansin, ba mhaith sé dúirt sé, "Cén cur amú, cad cur amú, cad a waste-")
[Outro: Ghostemane]
Cad cur amú! Cad cur amú!
Cad cur amú! Cad cur amú!
Cad cur amú! Cad cur amú!
Cad cur amú! Cad cur amú!
Cad cur amú!
Cad cur amú!
Cad cur amú!