Lyrics:
Lately, I'm feeling numb
Lately, I wanna run
Lately, my world is broke
Lately, ice on my tongue
Maybe, you are the son
Maybe, I am the gun
Maybe, I pull the clip
Maybe, you better run
Maybe, you are the son
Maybe, I am the gun
Maybe, I pull the clip
Maybe, you better run

Truth is I'm not a kid but a parasite
Too much blood might have some other people terrified
You might know exactly where I sleep at night
But I could be a problem

You should lay low
Whatcha gonna try
If you want smoke we can take it outside
Cause the doors not far away
The doors not far away

Maybe, you are the son
Maybe, I am the gun
Maybe, I pull the clip
Maybe, you better run
Maybe, you are the son
Maybe, I am the gun
Maybe, I pull the clip
Maybe, you better run

I don't wanna talk much
All the words I speak see disease in the toxins
Feelings being perpetrated
Scratched walls in the room of the renovation
I need ghosts, I need ghosts in the hall
We can make a toast for the host when he calls
But I don't wanna talk much
Feelings being perpetrated
Scratched walls in the room of the renovation

You should lay low
Whatcha gonna try
If you want smoke we can take it outside
Cause the doors not far away
The doors not far away
If you come close
Bethca' gonna see
Take a fat chance
You can take it on me
Cause the doors not far away
Yeah the doors not far away

Maybe, you are the son
Maybe, I am the gun
Maybe, I pull the clip
Maybe, you better run
Maybe, you are the son
Maybe, I am the gun
Maybe, I pull the clip
Maybe, you better run

I'm that problem
Say something

I'm that problem
You say nothing
2x
You better run
Maybe, you are the son
Maybe, I am the gun
Maybe, I pull the clip
Maybe, you better run
Maybe, you are the son
Maybe, I am the gun
Maybe, I pull the clip
Maybe, you better run

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