"knife 2 school" lyrics

Sick to my fucking stomach
And I've been laying in bed
I can't get up and all that I feel is dread
Mommy's yelling, brother's screaming
All I know is when I'm eighteen, I'm fucking leaving
Got a knife in my backpack, wounds yet to be seen
Wanna pull out my eye, gonna fucking leave a scene
Get me out of this bitch, gonna fucking take the piss
Hey, do you wanna switch?
Do you wanna...

Switch places with a loser like me?
Yeah, that's what you wanna be
Always moping and acting
Like you're some fucking loner
'Cause you smoke, so you wanna be a stoner
All I know is that you're one fucking poser
Always pretending, acting so sad
If you had it my way, there'd be no mistake
So when you catch me hanging by my neck
Hope that you never forget the smell
The goddamn stench

Getting busy, getting needy
Baby, please just never leave me
I don't care if you're a fake
I don't care if you're a snake
'Cause baby, you're my taste
'Cause baby, you're my taste
All that I fucking need
Is your hand in mine, hey

Sick to my fucking stomach, all I feel is dread
I'd rather be dead, I would rather be dead
Sick to my fucking stomach and all I feel is dread
Gonna throw up all my guts
Gonna leave the floor red
Sick to my fucking stomach and all I feel is dread
I'd rather be dead, I would rather be dead
Sick to my fucking stomach and all I feel is dread
Gonna throw up all my guts
Gonna leave the floor red

Got a knife in my backpack
Wounds yet to be seen
Wanna pull out my eye
Gonna fucking leave a scene
Switch places with a loser like me?
Yeah, that's what you wanna be
Yeah, that's what you wanna be

Sick to my fucking stomach, all I feel is dread
I'd rather be dead, I would rather be dead
Sick to my fucking stomach, all I feel is dread
Gonna throw up all my guts
Gonna leave the floor red

Hey, do you wanna switch?
D-D-Do you?
D-Do you wanna switch?
Switch places with a loser like me?
Yeah, that's what you wanna be
Yeah, that's what you wanna be, yeah

Sick to my fucking stomach and all I feel is dread
I'd rather be dead, I would rather be dead
S-S-Sick to my fucking stomach and all I feel is dread
Gonna throw up all my guts
Gonna leave the floor red
S-S-Sick to my fucking stomach and all I feel is dread
I'd rather be dead, I would rather be dead
S-S-Sick to my fucking stomach
And all I feel is dread
Gonna throw up all my guts
Gonna leave the floor red
Sick to my fucking stomach and all I feel is dread
Gonna throw up all my guts
Gonna leave the floor red
Sick to my fucking stomach and all I feel is dread
Gonna throw up all my guts
Gonna leave the floor red