| My own mind got me fallin' off the deep end
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| Sleepin' in the crevice it’s not much, just slowly creepin'
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| If you tryna stay alive
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| Don’t bother, voices been speaking
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| 'Cause the reapers tear you face until your blood is leaking
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| On the pavement, I’ve been laying low
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| I’d rather lay alone
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| I’d rather sit and contemplate my fate and fuckin' zone
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| Wear a mask and cut my wrist until I feel the flow
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| I wanna kill myself so bad and you don’t even know
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| Never cared about the money or the fame
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| 'Cause the money fill my tummy but my pockets stay the same
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| I’ve been slowly craving happiness and I should be ashamed
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| I ain’t let myself feel anything, these thoughts are all to blame
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| Yeah and I’m probably fucking up by speaking out about my life
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| But I’m sick of hiding in the dark just gripping at the knife
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| And all the chances to erase and put an end to all the strife
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| And if you ask if I’m okay I’ll probly tell you I’m alright, yuh
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| Can’t breathe unless there’s doja in my lungs
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| I ain’t makin' sense, it’s like my mind’s speakin' in tongues
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| Conscious but my spliff is burning, murder with these guns, Violence ain’t
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| gonna stop this shit, I think I’m fucking done, yeah |