Handwriting - Robbed | Текст песни

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• Robbed

yknow lately
I sit with my shit in the basement
I'm just afraid of getting robbed

it's the same shit
all my stuff is gone and I can't replace it
well just face it!
your Xbox will never see you again!

my stuff will leave my bedroom
my desk is empty I can't move
my game boy thrown inside a box
it doesn't matter if the doors locked

when I die, do not speak well of me just because I am dead! I am real! I am tangible! Touch me! Bathe in mistakes, scrub your back with my regrets. wash your hair with my faults. I want my misfortunes to trickle down all of you like snow, so you'll all learn from my life, you'll all fucking learn.

I got robbed