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problemchildproblemchild - orange bottle lyrics

[verse 1]
someone someone, help her help her
she slurrin’ all her words and poppin’ meds until that blur
she can’t she can’t help her help herself to motivate
instead just overly self medicates inside that bottle in her purse
that orange bottle in her purse  x2

[chorus]
on the floor
overdosing
on the floor
over this life, what a sad life yeah
x2

[verse 2]
you just wanna pop pop and ask your papa for more money and he’s honеstly fed up with you eatin’ up all those mеds like a junkie
you spit in his face and say a job is just above me
you turn to me and ask: “don’t you still love me?”
no b+tch no i don’t
boutta separate without a note
block all your numbers and go ghost
lock all my doors and change coast
you just keep draggin’ me down but wanna call it home
but how can you love when there’s sins to atone?
i’ve given up hope cause you just mope and overdose
i want my life back
[chorus]
on the floor
overdosing
on the floor
over this life, what a sad life yeah x2

[bridge]
i never signed up for this
a b+tch that slits her wrists
blames it on lack of a therapist
wishing she had it better as a kid
moving forward little lady moving forward
moving forward little lady moving forward
moving forward little lady moving forward
just as fast as you push them f+ckin’ pills down your throat

[chorus]
on the floor
overdosing
on the floor
over this life, what a sad life yeah x2

- problemchildproblemchild lyrics

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