Lyrics POKED - 30Xi

(My father suggests we make our way to Sweden)
Yeah, blxckblxdx cut 'em up
Yeah, whoa, supernova, uh
Mixing pills and -
With some locusts, ayy
Sharpen my blade, then I -
Poke 'em
Uh, yeah
Hey, bitch, suck my dick

Blow up Supernova, uh
Mixing pills in potions, yeah
Around me be some locusts, ay
Sharpen my blade then I poke 'em, uh
Blow up Supernova, uh
Mixing pills in potions, yeah
Around me be some locusts, ayy
Sharpen my blade then I poke 'em, uh

Alaikum salam, your god is a fraud
I think I'm hallow, beginning to rot
Overdid myself now there's blood in my snot
My arteries clogged, heartbeat stop

Shots, shots, rock my thoughts
I can't pretend that I'm better than y'all
But I'm not, not, nothin' like y'all
I'm tryna watch your skin dissolve

I'm raw, bitch! fill me with lead
You heard what I said bitch I'm better off dead
I'm done beggin' for help, load up shells
Put 'em in a suitcase, send 'em through the mail

Fingernails, hangnails
Why can't I just hang myself?
Why is that not an option?
Why does everyone need me to stay?

I don't wanna be here anyway
Kill yourself, kill yourself
Not at all
Why is there no plan B?
Why does nobody look like me?

What the fuck is plan A?
Why the fuck is there no plan B?
Why does nobody look like me?
Why the fuck is there no plan B?

Blow up Supernova, uh
Mixing pills in potions, yeah
'Round me be some locusts, ay
Sharpen my blade then I poke 'em, uh
Blow up Supernova, uh
Mixing pills in potions, yeah
'Round me be some locusts, ayy
Sharpen my blade then I poke 'em (yuh)

Baby, save me, eat my sins
Lately, I been off the ends
Girl, why won't you let me in?
Let me love you, let us win

Why you wanna break my shallow heart?
Why did I carve your name in my arm?
Five letters, her name, pressed on my skin
I'm a parasocial fuckin' masochist

Latch onto love then lose yourself
You can run to me when the moon is full
You can't use me, baby, use yourself
Pale white skin like wool on sheeps

I count about 20, but I can't fall asleep
I popped a new 30, got me down on my knees
The weather say 40, but it's 70 to me
I ain't makin' it to 50 shoulda died at 17

Do you remember 2019? Turned me to a Fein
Brand new light piece, blindin' ya team
They can't write like me, my flow pristine
I'll crucify rappers by they palms and they feet

Don't even speak (no), talk so cheap
I don't wanna link (no), bitch go home
HooliganBornKing always froze
Boddie Road Boy with a blown-out nose (nose)

(Damn, ha-ha) (30Xi, 30Xi)