| I don’t think I’ve
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| Ever been this fucking stressed in my life
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| Creature part two isn’t finished, I lied
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| Just to get them off my back though I tried
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| I can’t create when i’m dying inside
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| Moving this weekend I wish I could fly
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| Don’t have my car but I still gotta drive
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| Pack up the U-Haul and tell my mom bye
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| Hop on i-86 thinkin' bout why
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| Am I like this?
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| I don’t like this
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| All my friends are enemies behind my eyelids
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| Losing sleep I drive all week and raise my mileage
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| Guardin cut his fucking hair now I don’t like him
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| Depression take me by 25
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| Fuck going out I’ll just stay inside
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| «This isn’t you», I say to myself
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| Every night lately I contemplate suicide
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| «Oh but you’re famous online so your life must be great»
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| They say, but that’s a fucking lie
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| Crawl into bed around seven a. |
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| And the headaches come full force, I wanna die
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Hey Hollywood would your people ever like me?
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| Misunderstood is all I ever might be
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| Hey Hollywood would your people ever like me?
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| Misunderstood is all I ever might be
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| Hey Hollywood would your people ever like me?
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| Misunderstood is all I ever might be |