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letra de head space - mc jesus

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just let me zone out with a pack of cigarettes
i’m feeling too bad and im sick of your texts
my life is nothing but you on a weekly basis
i still like you, but i don’t wanna see you daily

i tell you every day, that i need my head sp-ce
but you just reply to me by saying “i should be amazed”
“that i chose you over the other guys, i don’t have great taste”
you will be sad, when i leave your -ss, you gonna be like babe wait

yea, she might have some points
but she’s still a sl-t, machine and i still have some coins
left, but if i spend too many i’ll get my fine -ss in debt
and she might not wanna f-ck me no more, just want my d-ck on a paycheck

i often check my facebook relationship status
’cause being a nice boyfriend, sh-t im the wackest
i’m the saddest bloke, to ever engage in a p-ssion
that involves around a bond, with a girl who has no fashion sense

ever since we became something
i don’t even know if this sh-t’s something
maybe it’s nothing

im betting on maximum 2 more months
and then for sure she’ll leave me for a stupid c-nt
well that would match the time to dump this music on
some f-cking music platform, so you can hear this sh-t song

this is just a sh-tstorm, of emotionless beetings
some lyrics about trying to mow down this b-tches feelings
but it will all be a knock back and i will start screaming
start streaming, way too feeling heavy music, for mending and healing

i’m wheeling the wheels of this car, off the f-cking road
after another argument, where you burn my f-cking clothes
it’s the only cloth i own, from our shared home, forcing me to
take a loan, to pay for it and pay for the f-cking rent

you’re mentally r-t-rded, you’ve been since before the day that the
we got departed, trying out to outsmart me
b-tch, i know every trick of yours, your f-cking web ain’t tangled
so many flesh wounds, on you, after your skin get’s mangled

oh sh-t, sh-t went off the f-cking radar
i’m sorry that i ended up like such a f-cking hater
now i truly feel bad for all the sh-t i said
come back to me now, you know b-tch i bet

that if we had normal communication, life could be a blast
this relationship could last, as long as we don’t take it too
far or too fast, ’cause i like that you’re so f-cking bad
as a couple we’re so wack, but let’s give it a f-cking chance

we can really take it several routes, we can sell the house
and start it from scratch, in a little cr-ppy mansion
a place that we could land in, and stand in proudly
playing my music, f-cking everyday loudly

but still i don’t wanna see you on a everyday basis
you need to get yourself a hobby, i promise you baby
it will save, what is left of this crumbling relationship
and i will promise not to diss you on my next track and call you a b-tch

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