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Yeah, too many problems I don't talk about Keep 'em bottled inside then I pass out Too many things in my head I don't even know what I'm thinking at the time Think I gotta rewind Think about what's going on Think about why I wanna die Think I gotta re- Nothing getting done Nothing that I do Wish I had another way to go through Let it get to you What is it to you? Could you help me if I told you what I needed to? Feels like it's s'posed to I been working underground, I ain't want to About to knock the basement I been hiding from the world, wanna change shit What I gotta do? Got some now we talk and spoke the truth I don't have no problems with you Tryna stick around without the glue What I gotta do? Got some now we talk and spoke the truth I don't have no problems with you Tryna stick around without the glue I'll leave now Put my phone down Need some help now Can't do it by myself, nah I'm tryna change myself now For the better For the better For the better For the better For the better For the better (For the better) Ah ah... What I gotta do? Got some now we walk and spoke the truth I don't have no problems with you Tryna stick around without the glue What I gotta do? Got some now we talk and spoke the truth I don't have no problems with you Tryna stick around without the glue What's inside of my own head? What's inside of my own head? What's inside my own head? I'm never leaving my own bed I'm hiding now until I'm dead Let me figure out my head Too many things in my head I don't even know what I'm thinking at the time Think I gotta rewind Think about what's going on Think about why I wanna die Think I gotta re- Too many things in my head I don't even know what I'm thinking at the time Think I gotta rewind Think about what's going on Think about why I wanna die Think I gotta re- I don't know what I'm thinking at the time Think I gotta rewind Think about what's going on One of my bitches Too many bitches Why are you listening? All these things that are sick I got too many bitches Get the money, I'm richer Too many bitches Get the money, I'm richer Yeah I got too many problems I don't talk about Keep 'em bottled inside then I pass out
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