Low Lids - All junkies go to heaven

{Intro}
Yeah, it's the heavy boy
And you know like this is crazy to me
Like how all I want is one fucking day where I can feel like an old fucking person again
And just like...
No, and I can't tell my fucking psychiatrist about this shit
They'll say that I'm fucking crazy
Isn't that fucking crazy
So I guess I'll just finish it on my own
You know I got no other option
(?...)

{Verse}
I need some (?...)
The beans, magic is as dead as my dreams
Better than me
Is every guy other than me
Better to see the cuts on my wrist when I bleed
And I know I'm not that cool
And I know I'm pretty ugly
And my face is fucking gross
Don't even know why you fucking want me
But the fentanyl is stuck inside my (?...) to haunt me
And the prison guards they helped me once before so I think they got me
Life is a bitch
I'm fucking over this
Dying in delusional restraint with all this sober shit
Over it
Yeah, I'm so fucking over it
I wanna fucking kill myself and then I'm over it
I can't do this shit
I'm fucking broken
A lot of their friends a lot of promises unspoken
All these bottles in my crib
But not a single one unopened
I think she fucking love me
At least I'm hoping
I'm fucking over this
I swear I'm so fucking over this
I should take another pill to make my soul forget
The one to (?...) shoulders cold as this
I'm fucking over this
I'm over all of this sober shit
I'm fucking over this
Being happy, being alive
Bitch I'm over it
I'm so fucking over this
Put a needle in my arm and make myself forget
(?...) shakes 'cause I know the consequences
I'll sell myself to hell again
So I can see all my friends again
I know I'm pretty ugly
Probably just a junkie
Probably not the one you want
I'm just another fucking zombie
Leave me in the dirt
I'm already dead
I'm rotting
Hope you're watching from the void
Where all my demons are beside me