Текст песни Vices - Squiddy

Here are all my vices
I'm so indecisive
Don't leave me to my own devices
I never seem to make the right pick

I'm so damn toxic
My brain rattles like a motherfucking mosh pit
I like to talk shit
My mouth babbles, I'm already getting sick of it

Simply cannot sit in silence
I'ma throw a fit, big violence
Smoke and getting lit like science
Know that I'm the shit, royal highness

Your scent is noxious
I don't need to flex, it's obvious
Got my own reality, no Oculus
Think that you should fear me, yea you fucking must

Fear me
Fear me
Fear me

Here are all my vices
I'm so indecisive
Don't leave me to my own devices
I never seem to make the right pick

My mind doesn't make it easy
I might sit until I'm cheesy
Wipe my bitch like a squeegee
Vibe among the dust and greasy

Getting down on myself like I'm tryna give me head
Hit the town by yourself, I'ma stay inside instead
Buy a round, highest shelf, get whatever makes you wet
Drown in sound, I'm in hell, hope I never leave this bed

I'll forget about her
Fucked up from my last encounter
She my little mermaid, eat her flounder
If you creep, I'll start the death counter

Little bitch, you look like deadweight
I ain't tryna get a headache
Little bitch, you look like deadweight
I ain't tryna get a headache

This shit tastes like blueberries
Yea I know a few Mary's
I don't watch horror films, too scary
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