Bittersweet
I'm feelin' catatonic
Cause I mixed it with that chronic
You know I can't hear you callin'
Cause the room spinnin' like Sonic
I keep sinnin', so demonic
Just keep swimmin', it's iconic
See me grinnin', it's ironic
Just keep singin', it's harmonic
Can't stand my antics, so take a seat
Sit on the plastic, dust off your feet
I'm a romantic, so bittersweet
I'm problematic, roamin' the streets
Lookin for traffic, lookin' to bleed
My shit is tragic, watchin' me plead
Watchin' me panic, need me some weed
That post-traumatic sweat in my sheets
Fuck outta my face, give me some space
No, I don't wanna go back to your place
I'm a cold case, blackout with grace
You can never keep up with my damn pace
Give me a second, I'm tyin' my laces
Spendin' my seconds countin' down the days
Thinkin' of all of the intricate ways
That I could take my life, go out in a blaze
They tellin' me that I'm stuck in a phase
Why don't you let me just try to rephrase
My heart and soul and smile have been misplaced
Every breath that I take is a waste
I am so sick of this cat and mouse chase
Tryin' my best to beat time in a race
That's not a cut, it's just a little graze
Wanna see blood, I'm so into the craze
Honestly, nothing in life ever stays
Constantly bluffin', drive ever away
Modestly loving you from far away
Cause that is the shit I'm not able to say
Cause I mixed it with that chronic
You know I can't hear you callin'
Cause the room spinnin' like Sonic
I keep sinnin', so demonic
Just keep swimmin', it's iconic
See me grinnin', it's ironic
Just keep singin', it's harmonic
Can't stand my antics, so take a seat
Sit on the plastic, dust off your feet
I'm a romantic, so bittersweet
I'm problematic, roamin' the streets
Lookin for traffic, lookin' to bleed
My shit is tragic, watchin' me plead
Watchin' me panic, need me some weed
That post-traumatic sweat in my sheets
Fuck outta my face, give me some space
No, I don't wanna go back to your place
I'm a cold case, blackout with grace
You can never keep up with my damn pace
Give me a second, I'm tyin' my laces
Spendin' my seconds countin' down the days
Thinkin' of all of the intricate ways
That I could take my life, go out in a blaze
They tellin' me that I'm stuck in a phase
Why don't you let me just try to rephrase
My heart and soul and smile have been misplaced
Every breath that I take is a waste
I am so sick of this cat and mouse chase
Tryin' my best to beat time in a race
That's not a cut, it's just a little graze
Wanna see blood, I'm so into the craze
Honestly, nothing in life ever stays
Constantly bluffin', drive ever away
Modestly loving you from far away
Cause that is the shit I'm not able to say
Credits
Writer(s): Mansoor Ghanem, Mansoor Gottem
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