I don't really want no weed (hell yeah) I don't really want no friends (hell yeah) I don't really need no whip (hell yeah) I don't really want no ends (hell yeah) I don't really want no weed (hell yeah) I don't really want no friends (hell yeah) I don't really need no whip (hell yeah) I don't really want no ends (hell yeah) I don't really want no bitch (hell yeah) I don't really want no top (hell yeah) I don't really want no hope (paah) I don't really want no hoe (hell yeah) I don't really want no life (hell yeah) I don't even really wanna die (hell yeah) I don't really wanna do shit, bitch World got me down and I wanna just quit (hell yeah) I don't wanna play no shows (hell yeah) I don't wanna make no clothes (hell yeah) I don't wanna write you a verse (bitch, yeah) I don't wanna talk no more I don't really want no weed (hell yeah) I don't really want no friends (hell yeah) I don't really need no whip (hell yeah) I don't really want no ends (hell yeah) I don't really want no weed (hell yeah) I don't really want no friends (hell yeah) I don't really need no whip (hell yeah) I don't really want no ends (hell yeah) This world is a school No one expects to stay in school forever Sever the limbs off my torso and burn what remains Shouts out to Coheed I would not be alive if I gave in to one of the times That I wanted to be six feet deep beneath all of our feet I've given up on giving up I found a reason to be in hopes you will deify me I'm 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