Lyrics rot. - single version - haych

I'm a threat, I'm a threat, it's true I think
I made this beat but I feel so incompetent
I went round to yours, we shared a few bottles of it
When I came around, mentally it wasn't that romantic
I wanna preface this, you say that I'm "not living right"
I say "I'm living for moment", you say I'm "slowly dying"
But that's okay coz aren't we all
You say "Shut the fuck up, it's not funny, you mong"

I am 18:17, you're 16:25
I could go back home but trust me, we got heaps of time
I'll sit and rot in my bed or you could pick me up instead
This, I know; you're the best thing I've ever known

I'm in the cut, I stay
I just wanna lay and fuckin' smoke diamond strain 'till I evaporate
We are not the same, boy, don't talk to me, boy
You think that I've changed, boy, don't fuck with me, boy

(Breathe that in) That's that District air
(See that view) Fuck, I need to cut my hair
(Looks they give me) As if I really care
(I really do though) Just hope they don't notice
I'm in love with the feelin' I dont wanna say
And I'm stayin in the Manc', motherfuck L.A
When they say "cut my hair" but I look so fem
A part of me wants to coz it's really annoying

My mama and papa, they don't want no fuss
I just don't know who to look for, I'm lost

I am 18:17, you're 16:25 (Skrr)
I could go back home but trust me, we got heaps of time
I'll sit and rot in my bed or you could pick me up instead
This, I know; you're the best thing I've ever known