text: I dont really want no weed 
  I dont really want no friends 
  I dont really need no whip 
  I dont really want no ends 
  I dont really want no weed 
  I dont really want no friends 
  I dont really need no whip 
  I dont really want no ends 
  I dont really want no bitch 
  I dont really want no top 
  I dont really want no hope 
  I dont really want no hoe 
  I dont really want no life 
  I dont even really wanna die 
  I dont really wanna do shit, bitch
  World got me down and I wanna just quit 
  I dont wanna play no shows 
  I dont wanna make no clothes 
  I dont wanna write you a verse 
  I dont wanna talk no more
  I don’t want no fake friends worlds got me down fuck that feeling like walking on eggshells don’t have the time for the petty bull shit I don’t want to die Hell yuh sing about you on my mind and said there’s 1000 times as my mind implodes part of my mind I want to forget going to treat life like a slave Put the other side of me away where it belong disappearing like an act
  I dont really want no weed 
  I dont really want no friends 
  I dont really need no whip 
  I dont really want no ends 
  I dont really want no weed 
  I dont really want no friends 
  I dont really need no whip 
  I dont really want no ends
  This world is a school—no one expects to stay in school forever
  Sever the limbs off my torso and burn what remains
  Ayy, shouts out to Coheed
  I would not be alive if I gave in to one of the times
  That I wanted to be 6 feet deep beneath all of our feet, ayy
  Ive given up on giving up
  I found a reason to be in hopes you will deify me
  Im sick of writing, I would rather be in Andromeda
  That way it would take a billion years for you to find me
  Candle wax burns on her back in the shape of a pentacle