Lyrics Fucked - LiL Lotus , 93FEETOFSMOKE

God, this shit is fucked up
God, this shit is fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god it's fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god it's fucked up
Bands around my neck, I'm just struggling to stay up
Water in my breath, I'm still swallowing the salt but
Grasping for new air, smoking lungs filled with ash dust
Electric turned off for about two weeks, fuck
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god it's fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god it's fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god it's fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god it's fucked up
I know we'll wake up in the morning Telling each other were sorry
Sick to my stomach, throw up in the toilet
Caught up on each others Snap stories
Hands around my neck, every night were getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, swear to god this shit is fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god it's fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god it's fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god it's fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god it's fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god it's fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god it's fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god it's fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god it's fucked up
God, this shit is fucked up
God, this shit is fucked up