#_blacknut

I just thought I would look cool

To those messed up bitches who didn’t even spared me a look

If I screamed I might look different so

I held on to the mic tighter

To everyone, even if people point at me

I’ll shit on your face ‘till the end

If I think of you, in the lyrics I’ve written

You’re always a bad bitch, I’m a rapist

Right, got no words. I’m a lowlife

I sold you off because I wanted to get famous

When I had drinks with you I couldn’t even say a word

At home with the fantasy that I’ve written alone

What for did I break you who was just there motionless

Sing a song at the concert venue, boldly

I act like I’m the victim through my rap

People comforted me, “stay strong, cool guy”

Why aren’t you next to me?

Why is there no one next to me?

I asked myself. Was I the problem

I unexpectedly wanted to get closer, fear

My skinny body, the clothes I wear

I didn’t like them so I hid myself

Always a bystander who’s always around where you are

I want to be, the main lead in your world

You’re not a scum nor a gold digger

You’re not the fishing grounds’ owner nor a plastic surgery monster

I didn’t even put effort in order to get you

Rough words express you

You curse disgustingly. But it’s okay

Don’t laugh at me. That annoyed me more

To other girls I’m a loser

To you I’m just a dirty lowlife

I’m a lowlife who didn’t dye his hair, a damn lowlife

One who does everything behind you

It was itchy, my crotch

Can’t stay still, doing other things everyday

This drizzle feels heavy

This wind seems like it has put a curse on me

How can someone be like that

Is it better for me to not have be born instead?

Right, I’m a deadly lowlife

I’m a delinquent. Hit me, on the side of my ears please

Only kids the whole day. Kill, my pride please

Kill, my pride please

The paths we’re walking are different, both of us

From the start we were strangers, in the future too

You’re just an ornament that was hanging onto my arm

I’m just another pushover who you met

Don’t pretend to cry. Cause I saw you yawning

There’s nothing that was a waste. We’ve both had enough fun of each other

I understand all that you’ve done. Cause you’re busy

I’m already writing everything down in lyrics. Cause I’m a singer

Right, I’m shameless. A lowlife

You’re the same. You do everything you gotta do behind me

I can see it in your eyes, you meet your friends and have a drink

You curse about me and act like you’re the victim while crying

You’ve only known now? I can’t speak any other ways but like this

A trashy fucker like me is always just your common sense

Even if you say you’re sorry and slit your wrists

Me and my friends will look at you and guffaw

I’m a lowlife who didn’t dye his hair, a damn lowlife

One who does everything behind you

It was itchy, my crotch

Can’t stay still, doing other things everyday

This drizzle feels heavy

This wind seems like it has put a curse on me

How can someone be like that

Is it better for me to not have be born?

Right, I’m a deadly lowlife

I’m a delinquent. Hit me, on the side of my ears please

Only kids the whole day. Kill, my pride please