"skrt cobain" lyrics

"skrt cobain"

[Part I]

You did good, $lick
It's a smash
L-l-l-l-l-l-lonely boy

Crashin' on my grandma couch, couldn't feel my whole face
Now I cash my grandma out, done came a long way
My daddy scared for me, he sees that I'm worn-down
Your boy a Rolling Stone and, no, I can't slow down

Back on my lonely (Back on my lonely)
Down for the long way
Ain't really been myself
Drugs runnin' through my cells
Fucked up 'cause I'm fucked-up
Body can't move, but my eyes rollin'
Fucked up, keep pourin' up
'Cause I ain't the one to be dyin' sober

'Cause I, I might die in my sleep if I slow down
Back on the road where nobody knows me
And when I land, there'll be no one to hold me
It's been the loneliest days of my life

I might die in my sleep if I slow down
Back on the road where nobody knows me
And when I land, there'll be no one to hold me
It's been the loneliest days of my life

Count a million, lose a million all in the same day
Missin' the days when they looked at me the same way
God gave me a new life, still I struggle with some old ways
Baby, don't mind my demons by the door

'Cause I won't be long
I don't not belong
Ain't really been myself
Drugs runnin' through my cells
Fucked up 'cause I'm fucked up

Ain't really been myself
Fucked up 'cause I'm fucked up
Drugs runnin' through my cells
Fucked up 'cause I'm fucked up

'Cause I, I might die in my sleep if I slow down
Back on the road where nobody knows me
And when I land, there'll be no one to hold me
It's been the loneliest days of my life

I might die in my sleep if I slow down
Back on the road where nobody knows me
And when I land, there'll be no one to hold me
It's been the loneliest days of my life
It's been the loneliest days of my life

[Part II]

You did good, $lick
Yeah
Top laid back, body full of stress
It's a smash
Yeah, mhm, yeah
L-l-l)
Lights brighten up, but I stay depressed
L-l-lonely boy
Yeah
I'm feeling sad. Can you roll somethin' for me?
Yeah
Down bad. Can you pour somethin' for me?

Woke up, new day, new problems
I just paid a rehab for my mama
Late nights, trackin' Daddy 'cause he wildin' (Daddy, wow)
I be speedrunnin' trauma

Speedrunner, speedrunner (Speedrunner, speedrunner)
Speedrunner, speedrunner (Speedrunner, speedrunner)
Speedrunner, speedrunner (Speedrunner, speedrunner)
Speedrunner, speedrunner

Lotta different color pills
All it do is hurt and I just don't wanna feel

I got wounds that never heal
Rather live a lie, truth too hard to—

I don't wanna feel shit, no
I don't wanna feel shit, no

Tear drop shawty, cryin' in the party
When it all falls down, baby, will you ride for me?
Somewhere on the northside with the Glock on me
My life been a ghost town, I'ma die haunted

Tryna read my Bible, but I'm duckin' out instead
I got Christ up in my heart, but the Devil in my head

World went dull, life no longer mysterious
This shit is serious
I take myself too serious
I feel delirious
Chasin' after waterfalls
Stay sedated 'cause I can't control my cortisol

Behind the scenes never good as the photo wall
Was never meant for the top, I was born to fall

Top laid back, body full of stress
Yeah, mhm, yeah
Lights brighten up, but I stay depressed
Yeah
I'm feeling sad. Can you roll somethin' for me?
Yeah
Down bad. Can you pour somethin' for me?

I don't wanna feel shit, no
I don't wanna feel shit, no
I don't wanna feel shit, no
I don't wanna feel shit, no


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