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Baghdad Songtext

Need some seratonin in my bloodstream
Never change my outfit, I just really love jeans
Got a little drunk and I′m crying up on the loveseat
I call it a lunch date, what a fucking Monday
Wake up in the morning and contemplate on my flaws, ay
I've been praying, honestly, ′till I feel my palms ache
I don't really know where I'm going in life
God′s sake or my sake, shit goes on and on, off days

Pack a fat joint, that Baghdad hashish
Trying to act like they′ll get me past this
I've been chasing Baghdads, shout-out Hoobi
I don′t really let anyone through me
I can't name the last person who knew me
Everything inside just feels so gloomy
Look into the mirror when I brush my teeth
And I feel so beat, and I feel so beat, and I


I′m feeling sad and I do not know why
Hate making promises I can't supply
Can I be honest for once in my life
I′m feeling sad and I do not know
It's getting late and I cannot surmise
What's giving me this dead look in my eyes
Don′t think it′s seasonal, either, 'cause I
Can usually function, like, most of the time

I get this feeling in my brain
It stops me cold, it brings me down
I try so hard to walk away
But I can′t satiate this cloud of acid around me aimlessly
I just have to get out
I board the train at 1 A.M. and let it take me all around

I get this feeling in my brain
It stops me cold, it brings me down
I try so hard to walk away
But I can't satiate this cloud of acid around me aimlessly
I just have to get out
I board the train at 1 A.M. and let it take me all around

I get this feeling in my brain
It stops me cold, it brings me down
I try so hard to walk away
But I can′t satiate this cloud of acid around me aimlessly
I just have to get out
I board the train at 1 A.M. and let it take, make, make, make


I'm feeling sad and I do not know why
Hate making promises I can′t supply
Can I be honest for once in my life
I'm feeling sad and I do not know
It's getting late and I cannot surmise
What′s giving me this dead look in my eyes
Don′t think it's seasonal, either, ′cause I
Can usually function, like, most of the time

I'm feeling sad and I do not know why
Hate making promises I can′t supply
Can I be honest for once in my life
I'm feeling sad and I do not know
It′s getting late and I cannot surmise
What's giving me this dead look in my eyes
Don't think it′s seasonal, either, ′cause I
Can usually function, like, most of the time

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