Every single day it breaks me to pieces I tasted defeat at the feet of my demons I’m such a fucking waste of achievement I should put this trigger to my brain and just squeeze it Cause Lord I know I ain't been no saint But tell me what I did to deserve this pain Tell me what I did to deserve this hurt When all I ever did was put everybody first
These days I Just don’t feel shit I don’t feel a thing at all, I don’t feel like I exist Thats why I need my fix, so I can just feel something How do you describe the word empty? Try describe the word nothing Wait, fuck that use my name as the definition Write it on my forehead, defective out of commission I’m sick of it, losing myself I’m sick of it Check my fingerprints, you’ll see how little the percentage is
I’ve given it my all I’ve given it my all and so much more But everybody’s still walking out that door I’ve given it my all It’s getting to the point where it’s sad as fuck I’ve given it my all but it’s not enough... It’s not enough
The sleeping pills don’t work, the healing pills don’t work I still feel pain with the pain pills now those same pills don’t work If I don’t get a couple percs im bout to go berserk I swear to god nobody can fix this shit not even the church Now tell me what good would a pastor do? Except be mad at you Then tell you that “you’ve sinned a bunch of times but I’ve forgiven you” You know they won’t admit it and god himself has forbid it but it’s probably still just half of all the shit the priest committed
Ask me one more fucking time how the fuck I feel Imma fucking lose my mind, step aside I need the pills Step aside I need the xannies Step aside I need the vicodin And I’ll be on my way so I can just get back my life again You do not give a shit...stop pretending stop lying Cause to you I’m just a check, bitch just a dollar sign... Another vacay with the kids, hubby couldn’t be prouder... And all you had to was ask me how I feel for an hour See that’s the problem with pretentious technicalities Your preach insanity and then expect my weekly salary? So tell me who’s the crazy person now bitch... And yet you think you’re qualified to treat me? Shit
I’ve given it my all I’ve given it my all and so much more But everybody’s still walking out that door I’ve given it my all It’s getting to the point where it’s sad as fuck I’ve given it my all but it’s not enough... It’s not enough
Man I came up a long way Just a young Jozi nigga Bullet at my temple Afraid I might pull this trigger
This fucking anxiety Fucking anxiety My demons are calling and saying that they want whatever's inside of me...
Imma give it to em, (Hell yeah) Imma give em’ all of it Use to be a smooth operator... Now it's the opposite
Anxiety... Oh big time Anxiety yeah I feel it swimming thru my veins, I’m afraid I might get the blade, make a slit and let the blood spill out Anxiety... Oh big time AnxietyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
