Robbed Songtext
von Handwriting

Y′know lately
I sit with my shit in the basement
I'm just afraid of getting robbed

It′s the same shit
All my stuff is gone and I can't replace it
Well, just face it
Your Xbox will never see you again


My stuff will leave my bedroom
My desk is empty I can't move
My Game Boy thrown inside a box
It doesn′t matter if the doors locked

When I die, do not speak well of me just because I am dead, I am real, I am tangible, Touch me
Bathe in mistakes, scrub your back with my regrets
Wash your hair with my faults
I want my misfortunes to trickle down all of you like snow, so you′ll all learn from my life
You'll all fucking learn

I got robbed