Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song it’s a bad dream, artist - 93PUNXAlbum song 93PUNX, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 22.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roc Nation
Song language: English
it’s a bad dream |
I hide behind my madness |
Outside, inside, I'm damaged |
Suicide, it might get tragic |
Maybe it’s a bad dream, maybe it's a bad dream |
Every time I look at me |
I try so hard but I can't seem |
To find a shred of decency |
But maybe it’s a good thing, it's a good thing |
Addicted to my sadness |
Just another of my bad, bad habits |
This shit gets hard to manage |
Manic-depressive, sociopathic |
I attract mistakes like a magnet |
Chase pussy like I'm playing in traffic |
Till I crash it, end up in a casket |
Maybe it's a good thing, is anybody listening? |
(Yeah) |
Double fisting, driving like I'm drifting, yeah |
Drunk, spinning on a couch, bitch, I'm Rick James, yeah |
Half demon, half saint, that's a split-screen |
Glad to be insane, mad for existing |
I'm giving up ’cause I don’t believe |
I'm never gonna find a better part of me |
I’m showing out, only what they see |
I'm always running circles when I try to leave |
This broken soul, but I can't let go |
And I lose control when I'm on my own again |
My childhood never lasted |
My pain is everlasting |
I’m flying, but I'm crashing |
Maybe it's a bad dream, maybe it's a bad dream |
When it's all in front of me |
I make a mess of everything |
I fuck it up in spite of me |
Maybe it's a good thing, it's a good thing |
There's a hell at the bottom of the well |
Where I drown to myself and the drugs won't help |
Swimming in my troubles but I'm not Michael Phelps |
Ain't no medals for the double, ain't no winning so I dealt |
Strapped to a Kamikaze plane, killing Nazis |
Decking paparazzi, the cops can't stop me |
Not even the government want problems with my posse |
Sixteen shots, got 'em shook like Mobb Deep |
Send a SWAT team, I'm too fly to swat me, yeah |
Let the block beat, swinging like I'm Rocky, yeah |
With my back against the wall, you couldn't box me |
Live fast, get cash, car crash, die free |
I'm giving up 'cause I don't believe |
I'm never gonna find a better part of me |
I'm showing out, only what they see |
I'm always running circles when I try to leave |
This broken soul, but I can't let go |
And I lose control when I'm on my own again |