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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch I can't stop thinking bout my problems I can't stop thinking bout my problems I can't stop thinking bout my mothafucken problems, bitch Fuck sleep I can't stop thinking 'bout my problems I should be in therapy Instead, I write raps that never fucken solve em I'm evolving I am broken Life was sweet But then she cut me open Today got no focus I swear yesterday was golden I'm so deep in my addictions I been feening I been smoking I been dreaming I been joking Hate when people think I'm stupid But I play the part I cut my wrists up When I'm making art I try my best to keep it real The critics make it hard Got these health issues I ain't talking to the public 'bout Hate this depression I just gotta write it out Ain't got shit to lie about I been fighting demons for no reason This shit treason People so fucken fake I can't believe it, makes me sick Wanna use me for my fame Shit on my name Go suck a dick I don't trust no one Not even myself I'm 'bout to roll one Hundred dollar bills lay on the mirror Bout to blow up De'javu I'm back to sniffing lines ease the pain What can I say? Look where you started Throwing it all away Are you retarded? Fentanyl hidden in all the fake getaways That shit garbage People wanna see me break under the pressure Get your phones out I'm gon put on a mafucken show It's 'bout to go down Stay the fuck up out my face I'm ready to swang on everything Very strange My city on my back I rep on everyday North East Los Angeles Home of the stars and scandalous Cameras, city lights Fast paced city life I'm a gangsta bitch I been through hell and back That's a fact All these studio gangstas out here capping when they selling raps I am just a person when I sleep inside my bed alone It make me sick It's like a stepping stone Obsession is a weapon My depression is perfection I am flawed Feel like a peasant I'm a boss But I still I question my worth Cus I put up with shit I don't deserve It's always people we'd die for In the end they leave us hurt That's life She loves to tell a joke But then she'll break you down I was flying so high But now I'm on the ground Look at me now Feel so sorry for myself It's pathetic I don't talk to no one about this shit They just don't get it I feel so much better cuz right now I'm in the studio Why would I go to therapy When I could write a movie, hoe? Please say a prayer for me Careful what you saying to me Actually don't pay me no mind Unless it's checks you're paying to me I am just a poet from the streets I'm insane Drinking till I fade away Cuz I can't numb the fucken pain
Writer(s): Jordan Elizabeth Caceres, Sixto Louden Caceres Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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