Kirk Knight - Supergas lyrics

[Verse 1- Charlie Haylee] Well Suicide is painless, so I'm about to aim this Gun I steal from daddy, see me brandishing the stainless I'm aimless, with nowhere to go I've reached a new low, on their face see the glow Wish this taste I could blow, away with this pistol Cause it's the taste of despair and it hits like a missile Because quick dismissal, is all I expect If i defy my common sense, and do send that text To someone who's simply better than me Perfect life, perfect girl, perfect family How can it be, that their lives are all so f**ing great Catch me staring at 'em, skipping stones across the lake Wind in my eyes, qnd my eyes on her thighs Fast she turns in surprise, as I suddenly crack Take your subtlety back Keep the knife in my pocket, Grey Goose in the sack Drink before I attack And for all these backstabbers, I'll be stabbing them back [Hook- Joey Bada$$] She left and broke my heart like twice (twice twice twice twice) Now everything is dark and it's f**ing up my life (life life life) And I just wanna make it right (right right right) But I won't make it through the night (night night night) [Verse 2- CharlieHaylee] Na never mind, who the f** I'm kidding I'm bout as violent as Betty, White kid just sitting On the edge of his chair, run his hands through his hair And see her do the same, dreams filled with her name And he's the only to blame, Cause all he is, is a lame About to go insane, train coming And If she says no, in front of it he'll be jumping Ba** thumping, out the loudspeakers The whole crowd pumping, but he's staring at his sneakers Sitting in the corner, anger coursing through his veins He could never k** himself, there's just nothing to gain Except for fame, and rampant notoriety For the one who couldn't fit into society Lie to me, tell me that I'm not as f**ed up as I think I am Maybe we're all the same, all eggs in the frying pan That is this cruel, cruel world With it's f**ed up guys, and it's f**ed up girls Supergas and skinny ties, lies This is the sh** that goes through my head When I'm staring at the ceiling, laying in bed And since the ninth grade, I could never sleep at night I can only pray for hope and hold my covers tight