Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song adhd, artist - slowthai. Album song TYRON, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Method, AWGE release;, Interscope
Song language: English
adhd |
Sick as a pig, can you help? |
Tryna get a grip, fingers slip then I melt |
Sittin' in a pit, only me and myself |
I can’t deal with the screams, only screamin' at myself (Ah) |
Tryna protect so I project |
Deflect and they call it self-defence |
Feel the pressure and we all got our reasons |
Smile on the out, but inside I keep bleedin' |
Fun and games 'til you gotta take the blame |
And I said it was me 'cause I’d do it for my mates |
Then again, would they say the same? |
And it’s all tongue-in-cheek, tryna sweep out the fakes |
Love never felt real, the wheels won’t brake |
They can’t see the tears through the raindrops |
Tough lad and I always put a face on |
Told me already that leopards can’t change spots |
Sad songs, a sickness |
The passenger always been a witness |
Excalibur, incision |
Goodbye, my only decision |
Sad songs, a sickness |
The passenger always been a witness |
Excalibur, incision |
Goodbye, my only decision |
Overthink, sink in my seat |
Eat, sleep, repeat, what you know about T? |
Smoke weed only way I fall asleep |
Same routine, drink 'til I can’t speak |
Slave to the progress |
I obsess 'cause I ain’t got control yet |
I’m tryna fly but my wings feel broken |
An eagle encaged in a closure |
Lowest of lows, decomposing, I’m sober, loner |
I can’t be alone, why I always pick the phone up? |
I beg you pick the phone up |
(Beg you pick the phone up) |
Sad songs, a sickness |
The passenger always been a witness |
Excalibur, incision |
Goodbye, my only dec— |
What’s goin' on? |
Yo |
Yo, wagwan? |
N-nothin', I just wanted to say, bruv |
I love you, man, and I hope you’re doing well |
And I miss you every day you’re not around |
Yo, thanks for calling, blud |
Feed my deficit, life I’m yet to live |
Ain’t no SNM, I just shake my head |
You can’t be my friend, living and I’m dead |
Caught in Charlotte’s Web, I can’t feel myself |
Mind complexity be the death of me |
Heavy weaponry at my melon, squeezed |
I got tendencies, psycho tendencies |
Touch me tenderly, Heaven, let me in |
I think you got amnesia ('Nesia) |
And this stress soon to give me alopecia ('Pecia) |
And I’m vexed tryna smile like Mona Lisa (Smile) |
Fail to exit like I ain’t got a visa |