Lately

Howdy, God-damn
I've fallen, ooh, hoo

And lately, I bloom
Things breaking
I thought that I was over
All these pretty clothes
Are going away
Though I started
I fucking don't like you

Bitches swear they'll be honest
Pour up, up, these children don't care what I am
Don't care

Lately, I'm poorly
Don't tell me
Didn't mean to see it
Rolling backwoods
We're gonna have a party
'Cause I'm feeling naughty
I wanna hurt my brain