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dollar$menu – wet tissues lyrics

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i’m an edgy p-b-scent
adolescent with issues
cry myself to sleep every night
wet tissues

all these other rappers
they’re showing up on the scene, boi
all these other rappers
say they’re krispy like the kreme, boi
i just stare at them, confused
like, “what the hecc you mean, boi?”
they’ll all take it back when they
see my hot spicy meme, boi!

all these people ’round me
they’re asking me how i feel
i’m like hold up there, amigo
i’m about to get real;
i fired an ar-15
got temporary ptsd
now all my nightmares are like
an adam sandler comedy!

unh
booty, money, cars
chocolate candy bars
rocket ship to mars
get stuck in the stars
stars like eyes so blue
i wanna get with you
girl, i’m not clowning
stop frowning
give me a new expression
i have crippling depression

(yeah… yup… you know it… yee…)

yeah, i’m stressed out, man, i need a vacation
i need a trip to the elation station
i feel dead inside
need some reanimation
communism could work in the perfect situation
yeah
constant exacerbation
of antic-p-tion
a preoccupation
with the dissipation of my bonds
my exoneration
exculpation
man, just my emanc-p-tion
the eradication of my trepidations

anxiety
inside of me
it’s eatin’ me
don’t lie to me
i ain’t nothing special
ain’t got myself notoriety
i’m just another product of a capitalist society
my neverending edge is my only source of sobriety
i honestly don’t care if i’m acting without propriety
if no one else will k!ll me, then
i’ll do it myself quietly

my raps are bad?
not even mad
not just a fad
i am totally rad
i’m garbage?
then why does your girl call me dad?
am i g-y?
maybe i am
just a tad
yah

i wanna die
not even a lie
it totally is, though
these raps are ironic
but not my depression, though
that stuff is chronic
i feel so unstable
yeah, call me carbonic
rappin’s so sick
you can call me bubonic
breakin’ my heart, man
i go catatonic

edgy p-b-scent
adolescent with issues
cry myself to sleep every night
wet tissues

edgy p-b-scent
adolescent with issues
cry myself to sleep every night

a momentary serenity
temporary remedy
scooters when we were kids
razors
on my skin
open up
open sesame
they’re sayin’ i need therapy
but just because i cut myself
don’t mean i need professional help
cross the street for attention
down the street for results
don’t need any more sessions
with all these stupid adults
fruitless attempts at prevention
are just basically insults

’til i wake up
finally realize
that slittin’ my wrists
and cuttin’ my thighs
was unwise
delirious
depression is serious
and in my experience
i’m just lucky to be here, man

i got no hormone imbalance
and plenty of talents
and after losing gallons of blood
i just need a hug
need to appreciate
change my state
smile for once
i got some food on my plate
at least
but nah

my body doesn’t look quite right
to be honest, not the prettiest of sights
i can say that i’m fat
self-conscious about that
dress in all black and kick back

cashin’ in on depression
n0body’ll question
they’ll just feel bad
for me
adore me
normies

(reee…)

just sitting here
in the darkness
sprawled out on my bed
all these super edgy thoughts
just swimming in my head
and a stack of soggy tissues
just residing by my side
i have crippling depression
and boy, have i cried

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