so well
I mean, I can do anything he can
I've been pretty...
I know you're somewhere, somewhere
I've been trapped in my mind girl, just holding on
I don't wanna pretend there's something, we're nothing
I've been stuck thinking 'bout her, I can't hold on (I'll be feeling)
I'm in pain, wanna put ten shots in my brain
I've been trippin' 'bout some things, can't change
Suicidal, same time I'm tame
Picture this in bed, get a phone call
Girl that you fuck with killed herself
That was this summer when nobody helped
And ever since then, man, I hate myself
Wanna fucking end it, pessimistic
All wanna see me with no pot to piss in
But niggas been excited 'bout the grave I'm digging
Having conversations about my haste decisions
Fuckin' sickening'; at the same time
Memory surfaced through the grapevine
'Bout my uncle playing with a slipknot
Post traumatic stress got me fucked up
Been fucked up since a couple months they had a nigga locked up
I'll be feeling pain, I'll be feeling pain just to hold on
And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb
I'll be feeling pain, I'll be feeling pain just to hold on
And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb
I know you so well (I know you, girl)
I mean, I can do better that he can
I've been pretty...
I know you so well
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Добавен от Desislava Emilova на 23 August, 2018, 13:30
