I need to clear my head Mane this shit so cluttered I don't let nobody in Only God and my mother I know i just did a tape But f*ck it ill do another Don't hit my line Unless its cheese Minus the rueben Did i stutter
My closet got flavors that variety Always been an outcast Don't fit in with society Being in the gutter Gave me real bad anxiety Probably why I'm not So familiar with sobriety
Brain can you please Send some endorphins These thoughts keep me up Til four in the morning And if i made a threat It never was a warning I keep losing friends I'm always mourning
I don't remember how to feel So much fake I'm the last of the real Used to eat boiled hot dogs With every single meal Imma make it And i ain't gotta sign no deal Throughout all four seasons I'm the ills of the ill
In a battle with my mind And they one up for a score I shut everybody out Then put a lock on the door You ever had to pick Pieces of yourself off the floor I keep it cool but inside It's the third world war
Lets be real no one gives a f*ck So why should i Pain goes a lot further Than the naked eye Kept my feelings hid Turned out all awkward and shit No one would listen So i decided to become a fly guyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
