Not rich but I'm sad, one half of Post Malone
Trying to search within to find my self afflicted sickness - Osmosis Jones
The poster boy for anxious spells and broken homes
Not sober, alone used to being secluded they get it twisted when i call like a rotary phone
Do you loathe me? I'm the son of a hermit got the tongue of a serpent
When it's over then it's over, fuck a resurgence
My brains become so meddlesome I'm thinking about gripping some metal
But ain't got a choice to keep it moving press them pistons and pedals
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