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| Song title | |||
| "ROT FOR CLOUT" | |||
| Original Upload Date | |||
| October 26, 2024 | |||
| Singer | |||
| Kasane Teto | |||
| Producer(s) | |||
| Views | |||
| 2,100,000+ | |||
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Description
"'you can get me out of here.' |
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Lyrics
watch the blood get spilled
you can kill, or you can be killed
it doesn’t really matter what i feel
i would rather fake than make the pain real
oh, take that smirk, wipe it off your face
you would do the same shit if it let you change your fate
if life is nothing but an endless race
you bet your ass i'm getting first place
please somebody get me out of here
oh please somebody wont you get me out of here, oh!
you can get me out of here!
yep, that's right, let your dreams take flight
watch the line go up, line go up, up up up up up
until it breaks right through, blows a hole through you
you can fill it up, fill it up, f- f- fill it up
and all the meat will slide off the bone, so nice
you can eat it up, eat it up, eat eat eat eat eat
until you're full of life, its a goddamn vibe
baby, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
oh we can fuck until the sun burns out
we can rot for clout
die upon your hill
i live apart from love and goodwill
and when the pain comes calling for my head
yeah i would rather hurt than be happy and dead
oh, fuck your frown, baby, spare your grace
now i’m wearing my crown, perfect framing of my face
all the detail surgically replaced
it’s a crying shame, a pathetic disgrace
please somebody get me out of here
please somebody wont you get me out of here, oh!
i’m not getting out of here!
heh, that's right, let your dreams take flight
watch the line go up, line go up, up up up up up
until it breaks right through, blows a hole through you
you can fill it up, fill it up, f- f- fill it up
and all the meat deep-fried with a garnish and side
you can eat it up, eat it up, eat eat eat eat eat
until you're full of life, on the edge of the knife
baby, cut it up, cut it up, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck it
oh god, a waking nightmare
i live a life so hollow that i’m not even there
oh god, the light won’t save me
oh i’m a perfect tempered instrument and life is gonna play me
come and fuck me till the sun burns out
and I rot for-
maybe not a single real reason
my blood’s already out of season
so unwanted, even by myself
tell me, what the hell? what the hell?
i don’t like what’s at my core
pray to god to fix my soul
but i don't need god’s forgiveness
i need yours
heh, that's right, let your dreams take flight
watch the line go up, line go up, up up up up up
until it breaks right through, blows a hole through you
you can fill it up, fill it up, f- f- fill it up
and all the meat shall grind into pretty pink slime
you can eat it up, eat it up, eat eat eat eat eat
until you're full of life, cut yourself up with the knife
baby, cut it up, cut it up, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck it
oh god, a waking nightmare
i live a life so miserable, it isn’t fair
oh god, the light won't save me
so let the anthropocene watch me GOING FUCKING CRAZY
come and fuck me till the sun burns out
and I rot for clout
[i'm crazaeiaieae]
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