SCAB - Smith

Air so\nAir so hot when you breathe in\nIt fills your lungs up with weight and\nMoves you forward\nBut like a fuckin' train\nIt barrels you along\nLike you don’t exist\nOh well\nPangs of loneliness\nSo sharp I check for blood\nPut two fingers to my throat\nTo make sure I still have a pulse\nSpoiled\nStupid little\nAss\nBitch\nImma\nSpoiled\nStupid little\nAss\nBitch\nLook like a\nSpoiled\nStupid little\nAss\nBitch\nLook like a\nSpoiled\nStupid little\nAss\nBitch\nI wish it weren’t\nBut it’s the way it\nIt’s how it looks from the outside\nLooking in\nIt’s hard to tell what’s going on\nWith motives so murky and dark\nNever clear\nWell I’d\nLike to say that I forget\nBut I remmber everything\nI rmember what I did\nI remember all I said\nI’m just a\nImma\nSpoiled\nStupid little\nAss\nBitch\nLook like a\nSpoiled\nStupid little\nAss\nBitch\nI wish it weren’t\nBut it’s the way it…\nIs\nIs\nIs\nA total knockout\nBy myself\nWith me as a contender I won’t\nNeed anyone else’s help\nI’m sure I’ll get it\nEither way\nI try to remember things almost\nAlways aren’t what they seem\nJust like that\nBlood from a stone\nJust like that\nSpoiled\nStupid little\nAss\nBitch\nLook like a\nSpoiled\nStupid little\nAss\nBitch\nI wish it weren’t\nBut it’s the way it\nIs