Onslaught lyrics

Wake up to a f*cking nosebleed
Sweet dreams of overdosing
f*ck that on attack I go in
They tried hard diagnose him
Way back we put it all in motion
I miss Stockholm Lil Happy and potions
I swear it's like we were f*cking chosen
And that's when the rest got demoted
They f*cking love you and don't even know your real name
I hear imitations and they real lame
You leave home and they treat you like a renegade
The man the artist the picture that's portrayed
I miss her body on my f*cking pink switchblade
I hurt I'm sorry but my hearts in the right place
Ain't anybody that can help me keep it contained
And all the good girls might need to upgrade