Jocelyn Flores

I know you so well, so well I mean, I can do anything that he can I've been pretty I know you're somewhere, somewhere I've been trapped in my mind girl, just holding on I don't wanna pretend there's something, we're nothing I've been stuck thinking 'bout her, I can't hold back I'm in pain, wanna put ten shots in my brain I've been tripping 'bout some things, can't change Suicidal, same time I'm tame Picture this, in bed, get a phone call Girl that you fucked with killed herself That was this summer and nobody helped And ever since then, man, I hate myself Wanna fucking end it Pessimistic All wanna see me with no pot to piss in But niggas been excited 'bout the grave I'm digging Having conversations about my haste decisions Fucking sickening At the same time, memory surfaced through the grapevine 'Bout my uncle playing with a slipknot Post traumatic stress got me fucked up Been fucked up since a couple months they had a nigga locked up I be feeling pain, I be feeling pain just to hold on And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb I be feeling pain, I be feeling pain just to hold on And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb I know you so well, I know you well I mean, I can do anything that he can I've been pretty