"POS" lyrics
Sueco Lyrics
You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missin'
You could jump right off a bridge
And the world would not be different
'Cause, you're just a waste of space, no one likes you anyway
Fuck your therapy, you'll never be okay
Shut the fuck up!
La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Voice in my head, it's my own worse critic
Maybe it's a product of my bad decisions
Woke up, face down in the damn kitchen
Two shots, too many, passed my limit
Happiness seems so far away
But it get closer off the chardonnay
Tryna make sense, can't concentrate
With a voice in my brain screaming every day
You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missin'
You could jump right off a bridge
And the world would not be different
'Cause, you're just a waste of space, no one likes you anyway
Fuck your therapy, you'll never be okay
Shut the fuck up!
La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Maybe it's a product of the girls I'm pickin'
Always been good at makin' bad decisions
Shouldn't get involved with these stank-ass bitches
That's just the type that pique my interest
Couple screws loose, she a basket case
Tryna cut her off, but the ass is great
Probably better off if I masturbate
When she up in my face screamin' every day
You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missin'
Shut the fuck up!
You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missin'
You could jump right off a bridge
And the world would not be different
'Cause, you're just a waste of space, no one likes you anyway
Fuck your therapy, you'll never be okay
You could jump right off a bridge
And the world would not be different
'Cause, you're just a waste of space, no one likes you anyway
Fuck your therapy, you'll never be okay
Shut the fuck up!
La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Voice in my head, it's my own worse critic
Maybe it's a product of my bad decisions
Woke up, face down in the damn kitchen
Two shots, too many, passed my limit
Happiness seems so far away
But it get closer off the chardonnay
Tryna make sense, can't concentrate
With a voice in my brain screaming every day
You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missin'
You could jump right off a bridge
And the world would not be different
'Cause, you're just a waste of space, no one likes you anyway
Fuck your therapy, you'll never be okay
Shut the fuck up!
La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Maybe it's a product of the girls I'm pickin'
Always been good at makin' bad decisions
Shouldn't get involved with these stank-ass bitches
That's just the type that pique my interest
Couple screws loose, she a basket case
Tryna cut her off, but the ass is great
Probably better off if I masturbate
When she up in my face screamin' every day
You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missin'
Shut the fuck up!
You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missin'
You could jump right off a bridge
And the world would not be different
'Cause, you're just a waste of space, no one likes you anyway
Fuck your therapy, you'll never be okay
Writer(s): William Henry Schultz, David Breadmore Arkwright, Elie Jay Rizk, Danny Maisonneuve, Salem Ilese Davern, Bella Poarch, Justin Gammella, Jake Torrey, Colin Brittain Cunningham, Nicholas James Gale, Pablo Bowman, Sarah Elizabeth Blanchard, Louis William Tomlinson, Richard Boardman, Mike Shinoda
