Текст песни naltexone - bottom surgery

My eyes are bleeding in the back of the club
Backpack full of books on how to sleep without drugs
Reach in my pocket (hate it)
Think I'm feeling sick
Think you wanna fuck a failure?
Gonna throw up on my (Haha!)

Clock ticking down, I'll never get to sleep
Smoking cigs on a bench, man, I'm feeling like a freak
Meds in my stomach, feds up in here
Wanna see me change my life? Fucking open up a beer

What the fuck? I've got so much to live for
All my cards get declined, I'm getting kicked out of the store
I've got lint in my pocket, dirty shoes on my feet
I'll throw a finger as you pass and whisper

(Havyn Alyce made this beat)

Slippin' on myself, I'm shootin' syrup in my legs
Stealing books off of your shelf, still haven't slept in 10 days
I'm blocking you and him and her, I'm hating every fucking bitch
I'm dry-heaving on a curb, I think it's time to get rich

What do you want from me?
I just want serene
It's been month since I
Rested, dreamed

I've never felt so alone in my life
Bound in Naltrexone, goodnight