Neel Koul, Sumit - Epistle to my Mom Lyrics

Ma I'll forever be grateful for your love
Miserable but a bit of bettor
Cause I flutter in the chips of bliss
In need of a quick Koumiss
This
It's her fucking essence akin to foxglove
Sucking merriment
Cause it hurts me and heals me strangely
I must be a Eurasian Wobegone
What the fuck is going on
Remember those days
When I cried cried cried in your embrace
Till the sole tide of joy in my soul died
I hurt you yet you smiled and said

I know I know (son)
That you wanna go away
I know I know (son)
That you don't wanna stay

I know I know (son)
That you wanna go away
I know I know (son)
That you don't wanna stay

This is an Epistle to my mom
And a pistol of libretto
That I'm bout to use
To blow my mind
Severe shortage of aplomb
Bon-bon like LeBron
Even so I'm mercilessly bombed
It's too late for me my mother

Been dilatory phoney intellectual
I cede to you
But I see through you
Y'all unaware of my
A Posteriori
In a manic state soul shaken
Raking my face so viciously
I'm making Satan cry

Laws are bent here
King's crooked blind's the Wazir
Jeering me At their Nadir
Killing me at the start end
And midyear
Got heart I'm a dying star
Nidavellir
Where do I go What do I do
So many things I fear
What do I do
So many things I fear
Vibe to my pain
Va- vibe to my pain
Vibe to my pain
Va- vibe to my pain now
I'll be gone soon cause
I just wanna die I just wanna die
I just wanna die I tried I tried I tried
I swear
Adíos life bye bye bye bye Ma you

You don't, you don't
Ma you don't have to
See me like this
I can end myself right now right here

You don't, you don't
Ma you don't have to
See me like this
I can end myself right now right here

So I'm thinking about my problems
As I'm looking at the ceiling fan
Thinking I should get a rope
Tie round my throat you get the rest
So will I I suppose my demons won't
Doesn't matter
If I end up in hell or heaven but
I'm sure as hell
I'll pray for your prosperity
Mumma
Thank you Thank you