[𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎]

𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙

stop stop stop

i'm about to drop

i feel like a prop

you're making my life hell

i'm trapped in a cell

i want to yell

i feel sorrow

i need a cigarro

can i make it to tomorrow?

i can't feel anything

if i do i cling

it's the only thing that makes my heart swing

stop stop stop

i am a prop