ig 214 Songtext
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ig 214 Songtext
Ate three pills
Pharmaceutical stew
Should be better than feeling what I go through
Spend each day on edge
Never doin what I′m supposed to
Lay down write poems
Crumpled up cause they no good
So mother fucking stressed
Wish I could be sedated
Can't feel real emotion when these drugs keep me faded
Wanna get pissed off and scream at my own will
Can′t garner fucking strength cause I'm strung out still
I'll try anything at hand so my void gets filled
Paper or powder cause I ain′t uppin downers
Can′t fucking say fuck
Fuck the fucking English language
No word can fucking carry the weight my heart manages
Where's the bandages
Ointment to heal the cuts
Everyone I′ve met thinks I'm fucking nuts
I should prove ′em right
Eat cigarette butts
Fuck a bitch and pour tuna in her cunt
Like Danny Brown smoking blunt after blunt
Johnny Knoxville doing stunt after stunt
And I cum so much my dick ruptured up front
Masturbation slut
Conversation cuck
Throwing up blood
Tears in my eyes
Wishing for a day a smile wasn't a disguise
Drowning in a flood that muffles my cries
Ending any hopes of shooting for the sky
The psycho might go cryogenic needing incubation
When relations go from mutual to obligation
This annotation aggregation leads to aggravation
Overmedicated over medication
Young and numb plus I dress like a bum
Can′t afford Auntie Chun's so it's Nissin in my cup
Trapping mixtapes trying to pay for school
No one fucking listens so I′m running out of joules
Desperation trying to climb into the underground
But the skills present couldn′t earn a king his crown
No frills keep it real pills stay around
Happy bottles filled of wonder yet I stay down
Whoop de doo
I say whoop de doo
Pick a mask for the day like I choose you
Whoop de doo
I say whoop de doo
Is this really who I wanna be
Quite frankly I don't care
The possibilities are innumerable
No more finite than lemniscate′s square
Or a braggadocious hipster's hair tied up in a cubicle
Is this really who I wanna be
Quite frankly I don′t care
The possibilities are innumerable
No more finite than lemniscate's square
Or a braggadocious hipster′s hair tied up in a cubicle
Whoop de doo
I say whoop de doo
Pick a mask for the day like I choose you
Whoop de doo
I say whoop de doo
Pharmaceutical stew
Should be better than feeling what I go through
Spend each day on edge
Never doin what I′m supposed to
Lay down write poems
Crumpled up cause they no good
So mother fucking stressed
Wish I could be sedated
Can't feel real emotion when these drugs keep me faded
Wanna get pissed off and scream at my own will
Can′t garner fucking strength cause I'm strung out still
I'll try anything at hand so my void gets filled
Paper or powder cause I ain′t uppin downers
Can′t fucking say fuck
Fuck the fucking English language
No word can fucking carry the weight my heart manages
Where's the bandages
Ointment to heal the cuts
Everyone I′ve met thinks I'm fucking nuts
I should prove ′em right
Eat cigarette butts
Fuck a bitch and pour tuna in her cunt
Like Danny Brown smoking blunt after blunt
Johnny Knoxville doing stunt after stunt
And I cum so much my dick ruptured up front
Masturbation slut
Conversation cuck
Throwing up blood
Tears in my eyes
Wishing for a day a smile wasn't a disguise
Drowning in a flood that muffles my cries
Ending any hopes of shooting for the sky
The psycho might go cryogenic needing incubation
When relations go from mutual to obligation
This annotation aggregation leads to aggravation
Overmedicated over medication
Young and numb plus I dress like a bum
Can′t afford Auntie Chun's so it's Nissin in my cup
Trapping mixtapes trying to pay for school
No one fucking listens so I′m running out of joules
Desperation trying to climb into the underground
But the skills present couldn′t earn a king his crown
No frills keep it real pills stay around
Happy bottles filled of wonder yet I stay down
Whoop de doo
I say whoop de doo
Pick a mask for the day like I choose you
Whoop de doo
I say whoop de doo
Is this really who I wanna be
Quite frankly I don't care
The possibilities are innumerable
No more finite than lemniscate′s square
Or a braggadocious hipster's hair tied up in a cubicle
Is this really who I wanna be
Quite frankly I don′t care
The possibilities are innumerable
No more finite than lemniscate's square
Or a braggadocious hipster′s hair tied up in a cubicle
Whoop de doo
I say whoop de doo
Pick a mask for the day like I choose you
Whoop de doo
I say whoop de doo
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