cross my heart and hope to die, limozine on fire, kiss me goodnight

(Rob Apollo)

Pretty flowers
Force fed like shitty hours
Heart of gold but it’s bloody bloody 
So my heartthrob feel pretty coward
Love the love but not as much
As I love the burns, chirping birds
Sing sad songs my flirtin words is a call for help, heart is felt
Heaven sent because heaven stealth
I’m fakin god until hellish melts
Still love mateeeriaal rope her up with a polo belt
Tie a noose like tyin shoes
My friends dyin like everyday
Suicide Normalize small blood from smaller blades
Small people with larger brains
Why lie with none to gain
Nostalgic bout the paiiin
I think I miss the eleventh grade
But I only miss the feelin of a feelin I been fuckin numb
I fuckin cum instead of eating pills
Search for fill without eating meals
Nah, I wanna do like that
My crew like that, my boo like that
Move forward then move right back
Grab a fifth then slew it back
She love me fully I love her pussy
I don’t think I really know the difference
We both just tryna fill a hole without feeling cryptic

(Real Dom)

escaping to nostalgia wont make it okay
when they bleed us dry with each passing day
we're no use for them dead, but they hate that we're alive
and if just out of spite, we will survive
the cruelty of life seems to know no bounds
and the powerful few let loose the hounds
and heartless men all sharpen their knives
and if just out of spite, we will survive.

(Rob Apollo)

Fell in love with a girl from Chicago
Fell in love with a girl from Chicago
I’m cryin while I’m lookin at trivago
I’m dyin tryna find where my mind go
Mind goooooo
*echo* yeaaaaaaaa
I miss the lips
Wanna grab them hips
Lemme see you strip
Piercings on nips
Mitch my blonde tips
Her jeans so ripped
Quick get unzipped
Then ugh
They don’t really move like us
Nah baby they don’t really move like us
Shawty really like me that’s why she wanna she fight me
She fear attachment chick just like me
We is all the saaamee 
yea we all the same buncha
Broken people in this simulation why you playin games
When we play the same
Fuckin good to forget the strain
This rope bunny not layin tame
Pull her hair like I’m pullin fangs
Then feed the feelin with a plate of pain 
Tie me up like a fuckin noose
I wanna die when im fuckin you
Living fast hope I miss the crash
Pissin cash, livin in the past
I miss my ex I miss the sex
It’s a late night hope I missed her text
I might make mistake and try to fuck again
Convuluted cause I’m so depressed
Arrogant and I’m insecure my real voice is been runnin dry
Think Truth hurts cause i know the lies
Cross my heart and hope to die