This is a song about "Suppose"

You'd suppose you're deceased, cause i grieve like a grievance

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

'cuz i pack these syllables in the lines and i suppose that you ain't even know it,

Fuck a toast, i'm dead i suppose, main conflict diseases

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

Although it's closed in due time i suppose it'll soon open wide

I suppose i could, but i ain't that cocky

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Like the limbs on ya feet, that's what i suppose

I suppose you think this story will make me accept her death

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells