| I’m so sad
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| So I take another drag
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| So I take another shot
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| But I overflow my thoughts
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| I been thinkin'
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| I been broken so long, man, I’m falling under pressure
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| Feelin' like a mistake and my life is just an error
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| I’ve been takin' my time but I’m so dead inside
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| Wanna keep goin', I’m feeling so tired
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| Tired of feelin' so trapped in my dome
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| These memories they haunt me, won’t leave me alone
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| Sit on my bed but I don’t feel at home
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| Depression, anxiety, and all of these hoes
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| Thoughts of a bullet just piercin' my skull
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| Ain’t got no friends, ain’t no one hit my phone
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| They say, «Keep calm,» but I’m losing control
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| I am so broken and I am a ghost, yeah
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| Whoa
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Whoa
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| Some nights, I’on even wanna try
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| I sit and count these racks, but I just wanna die
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| And people say they care but they just watch me cry
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| Designer on my waist, but I’m just dead inside
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| My girl, she say she love me, she’s just filled with lies
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| I can tell, the way she look me in my eyes
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| Smokin' on a blunt, I do it 'til I’m fried
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| I been workin', get a check and then I multiply
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| People say they care, but they just waste my time
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| Call me Rodney Mullen, you know I’ve been on my grind
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| Or call me Optimus 'cause I been always on my prime
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| Neil Armstrong, the way that I been takin' flight
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| Smokin' dope and I do it 'til I reach the skies
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| People wanna hurt me and I always ask 'em why
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| They don’t got no reasons, they just wanna ruin my life
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| I ain’t worried 'bout it, grab a blunt and then ignite
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| But some nights I can’t help it, I just wanna die
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| Feelin' so broken and so dead inside
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| Fuck the fakes 'cause I don’t need you in my life
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| I got this depression and it hits me every night, yeah
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| Bleach |