30s

Pappa got some stitches
I'm a psycho slash delicious
I'm the dearest kind of vicious
I will let you do my dishes
I have a birthday next month I'm gonna be 30
And I'm not the kind of boy that is used to feel lonely
Now it's time for introspection Christ it feel like Inquisition
Shit I didn't think it out, me in my 30s; fiction
It's expense to the point that I made my choice
But I'm here in this moment; fuck you hear my voice
Cause I'm not an artist, art consumed my soul
I'm a 30 rad pastel pappa be my doll
Pappa got some stitches
I'm a psycho slash delicious
I'm the dearest kind of vicious
I will let you do my dishes
Pappa got some stitches
I'm a psycho slash delicious
I'm the dearest kind of vicious
I will let you do my dishes
Me in this couch for years
Don't be delusional I fucked my fears
I didn't sit in that couch for years
Though I faced my fears and shed some tears
No one really knows how to live this life
So I stand for my goals just to feel alive
Ahh.. achoo! doctors marked me sick
I'm a 100% me, you can all suck my dick
Pappa got some stitches
I'm a psycho slash delicious
I'm the dearest kind of vicious
I will let you do my dishes
Pappa got some stitches
I'm a psycho slash delicious
I'm the dearest kind of vicious
I will let you do my dishes