This disaster, it wouldn’t matter, in this NASCAR

Said let’s get high in this disaster
‘Cause if we died, it wouldn’t matter
Imagine dying in this NASCAR
Said let’s get high, said fuck this sad part, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fucking sad-heart, getting mad dead, swagger
Fuck the pastor, fuck the faith, feel the rapture
Live real fast, I take that half, that part
You take this half, you take my heart, shatter

What a black heart baby, bitch I’m sad-heart
Put that into factor, baby you don’t matter
Three pills deep, bitch I’m faster, baby you could ask her
You sad, I’m sadder
You think you bad, I’m badder

Double 11 wish, I wish I never met her
See the devil in this bitch, I guess it’s for the better
Smell the liquor in my piss, about to this pull lever
Sin in my pleasure
I wish you made me better

Preferably in terror
Guess this hole is making room for something better
Can’t trust a soul, they’re known for folding under pressure
Blood in the snow but still I know in any weather

Sunny days turn to fall
In the rain standing tall
Just numb the pain when I fall
I’ll take the blame like it’s my fault

Said let’s get high in this disaster
‘Cause if we died, it wouldn’t matter
Imagine dying in this NASCAR
Said let’s get high, said fuck this sad part, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fucking sad-heart, getting mad dead, swagger
Fuck the pastor, fuck the faith, feel the rapture
Live real fast, I take that half, that part
You take this half, you take my heart, shatter

What a black heart, baby still won’t listen
Ain’t mean to hurt you, but just look at your position
Had dreams about you, plus I trust in all my visions
Fuck an audition, ain’t new to no addictions

Double 11 wish, I wish you taught me better
But you left me in a ditch, to get myself together
Had some faith and then you switched, but shit it’s like whatever
And fuck the pressure
8 pills across the dresser

I’ve been all alone with just all the hope
That I’d come along - but with no one home
I’ve been falling over - and sure I know
When the morning comes, I’ll be crawling out
Of this soaring hole, it’s been calling, so is my phone
I won’t answer, no more chances

Said let’s get high in this disaster
‘Cause if we died, it wouldn’t matter
Imagine dying in this NASCAR
Said let’s get high, said fuck this sad part, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fucking sad-heart, getting mad dead, swagger
Fuck the pastor, fuck the faith, feel the rapture
Live real fast, I take that half, that part
You take this half, you take my heart, shatter