Vincent's synpath lyrics .
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You don't gotta say it, bitch, I could feel it
I could feel it, bitch
I feel energies and I see shit, bitch
I know you don't fuck with me, leave me the fuck alone

As much as I definitely enjoy solitude
I wouldn't mind perhaps
Spending little time with you

I know that you think it's fake
Maybe fake's what I like

A marriage is a paper; are they fakin' or for real?

This ain't a rap for a girl, or whatever
It's a rap wrapped up in my guilty pleasures
To fuck the leisure
Before he left the marks on my sweater
But I leave him with this:
Chronic sunshines forever

I went crazy again, today
Looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope

I said, "honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified,
come on, put a little love here in my void"
He said, "it's all in your head"
And I said, "so's everything," but he didn't get it

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad
Oh, it kills, 'cause
I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up

How do I let our love die
When you're the only other keeper
Of my most precious memories?

I keep thinking, "surely somebody will save me"
At every turn, I learn that no one will

I know it don't seem difficult to hit you up
But you not passionate about half the shit that you into
And I ain't havin' it
And we both know that I don't mean to offend you,
I'm just focused today
And I don't know why it's difficult to admit that I miss you
And I don't know why we argue
And I just hope that you listen
And if I hurt you I'm sorry
The music makes me dismissive
When I'm awake I'm just drifting

You know I can't live in any place I visit
To live and die in L.A.

Give me Bali beach, no molly, please
Palm, no marijuana trees
Your hickeys on my aorta
And tattoos you could only see
When I'm playing surfboarder
Put whiskey in that salt water,
I emptied every canteen
Just to wear that straight edge varsity you think's cool
They thought me soft in high school
Thank God I'm jagged
Forgot you don't like it rough
I mean, he called me a faggot
I was just calling his bluff

*! I don't know what we're about
What good is West Coast weather if I'm bipolar?
If you're gonna need this sweater, you'd rather be where it's cold

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Pub: 01 May 2024 18:22 UTC

Edit: 13 Feb 2026 02:24 UTC

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