Do It Again
Fuck my spine
I crack my back all the time
I don't need your shit advice on my issues
I can do research
You can buy t-shirts
Every interactions an interview
Bore me death
Verbally sucking the soul out my chest
I should do meth
Tell everyone in the world that I'm blessed
I blew the gasket off my top dome ouch
Is there somewhere to live that's higher than the clouds
I'm in a rhythm omelette
I feel so egg
I put some mustard on it
Sign this leg
The more I can stand the more I can do
Follow the plan show them its proof
Some of your fans are evil and cruel
I can stay bad or I can get good
I shove it the background
Listenin' to wack sound
Acid dope brap villain
Taking over fat buildings
Slippin' through the cracks
Engrossed in those
Traumatic flashbacks
I feel my self like I've been pushing a clown all around every town
I guess I hustled for this dead eyed look
And if a cooler breeze might pass me by
I would lie and let you know that I live for this
Its a bitch and a trip
A wet kiss on the lips
And you can flip off the kids
You can make your dick hurt
You can be grateful and hateful
Still making it work
Fuck my spine
I crack my back all the time
I don't need your shit advice on my issues
I can do research
You can buy t-shirts
Every interactions an interview
Bore me death
Verbally sucking the soul out my chest
I should do meth
Tell everyone in the world that I'm blessed
I blew the gasket off my top dome ouch
Is there somewhere to live that's higher than the clouds
Its a bitch and a trip
A wet kiss on the lips
And you can flip off the kids
You can make your dick hurt
I think I'm a jerk
But you never treated me like you should do
I think I'm a fluke
I feel like a circus I'm droppin' the nuke
I'm actin on cravings
Digging a hole bury in my fear
Sad bored to enable
Make unstable to get somewhere different from here
Dead silent when I'm wrapped in rage
Sloppy in the body getting hard to gauge
How many times will I fight the feeling
I can do it again
I can go back in
How does one get out of that
Around the whole deal
I want my pattern back
I know how I feel
How does one get out of that
Around the whole deal
I want my pattern back
I know how I feel
I crack my back all the time
I don't need your shit advice on my issues
I can do research
You can buy t-shirts
Every interactions an interview
Bore me death
Verbally sucking the soul out my chest
I should do meth
Tell everyone in the world that I'm blessed
I blew the gasket off my top dome ouch
Is there somewhere to live that's higher than the clouds
I'm in a rhythm omelette
I feel so egg
I put some mustard on it
Sign this leg
The more I can stand the more I can do
Follow the plan show them its proof
Some of your fans are evil and cruel
I can stay bad or I can get good
I shove it the background
Listenin' to wack sound
Acid dope brap villain
Taking over fat buildings
Slippin' through the cracks
Engrossed in those
Traumatic flashbacks
I feel my self like I've been pushing a clown all around every town
I guess I hustled for this dead eyed look
And if a cooler breeze might pass me by
I would lie and let you know that I live for this
Its a bitch and a trip
A wet kiss on the lips
And you can flip off the kids
You can make your dick hurt
You can be grateful and hateful
Still making it work
Fuck my spine
I crack my back all the time
I don't need your shit advice on my issues
I can do research
You can buy t-shirts
Every interactions an interview
Bore me death
Verbally sucking the soul out my chest
I should do meth
Tell everyone in the world that I'm blessed
I blew the gasket off my top dome ouch
Is there somewhere to live that's higher than the clouds
Its a bitch and a trip
A wet kiss on the lips
And you can flip off the kids
You can make your dick hurt
I think I'm a jerk
But you never treated me like you should do
I think I'm a fluke
I feel like a circus I'm droppin' the nuke
I'm actin on cravings
Digging a hole bury in my fear
Sad bored to enable
Make unstable to get somewhere different from here
Dead silent when I'm wrapped in rage
Sloppy in the body getting hard to gauge
How many times will I fight the feeling
I can do it again
I can go back in
How does one get out of that
Around the whole deal
I want my pattern back
I know how I feel
How does one get out of that
Around the whole deal
I want my pattern back
I know how I feel
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Writer(s): Matthew James Mingus, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess
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