| Sick as a pig, can you help?
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| Tryna get a grip, fingers slip then I melt
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| Sittin' in a pit, only me and myself
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| I can’t deal with the screams, only screamin' at myself (Ah)
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| Tryna protect so I project
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| Deflect and they call it self-defence
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| Feel the pressure and we all got our reasons
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| Smile on the out, but inside I keep bleedin'
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| Fun and games 'til you gotta take the blame
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| And I said it was me 'cause I’d do it for my mates
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| Then again, would they say the same?
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| And it’s all tongue-in-cheek, tryna sweep out the fakes
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| Love never felt real, the wheels won’t brake
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| They can’t see the tears through the raindrops
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| Tough lad and I always put a face on
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| Told me already that leopards can’t change spots
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| Sad songs, a sickness
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| The passenger always been a witness
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| Excalibur, incision
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| Goodbye, my only decision
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| Sad songs, a sickness
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| The passenger always been a witness
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| Excalibur, incision
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| Goodbye, my only decision
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| Overthink, sink in my seat
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| Eat, sleep, repeat, what you know about T?
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| Smoke weed only way I fall asleep
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| Same routine, drink 'til I can’t speak
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| Slave to the progress
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| I obsess 'cause I ain’t got control yet
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| I’m tryna fly but my wings feel broken
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| An eagle encaged in a closure
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| Lowest of lows, decomposing, I’m sober, loner
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| I can’t be alone, why I always pick the phone up?
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| I beg you pick the phone up
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| (Beg you pick the phone up)
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| Sad songs, a sickness
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| The passenger always been a witness
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| Excalibur, incision
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| Goodbye, my only dec—
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| What’s goin' on?
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| Yo
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| Yo, wagwan?
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| N-nothin', I just wanted to say, bruv
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| I love you, man, and I hope you’re doing well
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| And I miss you every day you’re not around
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| Yo, thanks for calling, blud
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| Feed my deficit, life I’m yet to live
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| Ain’t no SNM, I just shake my head
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| You can’t be my friend, living and I’m dead
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| Caught in Charlotte’s Web, I can’t feel myself
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| Mind complexity be the death of me
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| Heavy weaponry at my melon, squeezed
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| I got tendencies, psycho tendencies
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| Touch me tenderly, Heaven, let me in
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| I think you got amnesia ('Nesia)
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| And this stress soon to give me alopecia ('Pecia)
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| And I’m vexed tryna smile like Mona Lisa (Smile)
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| Fail to exit like I ain’t got a visa |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song adhd , by - slowthai. Song from the album TYRON, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп