Let It Feel Weird
I ain't got no microphone
I bum that shit off red
Lost my fucking phone
While rolling blunts up in my bed
Schitzo thoughts, gears turning
Yet my mind just won't make sense
Thoughts of suicide
Just put that bullet in my head
Lay me down
Let me rest
Nothin but panic
Fills my chest
This junkies best
Days are left
Still tryna find redemption yet
I will resurrect my crest
And keep my enemies in check
By Cashin checks
Puncture your vest
And See my face with your last breath
Tie the noose
Around your neck
Look into my eyes
And know your blessed
Slit my wrists and smile less
Give others things I can't possess
I'm a mess
Not impressed
With the world that made me this
Still I wish-never the less
And still I dream until they smash
What the fuck
Is the plan
Can we make some finger hash
Can I please
Pop a xan
That shit would be a blast
In the back
Of the van
Snorting rocks it's not my stash
What's up bitch
How you been
Nah just kidding
Fuck it
Pass
Got some molly in my hand
Overdose you stupid ass
Fucking lived
He a champ
Hope the trauma doesn't last
Smoking blunts until I pass-
Out And blow chunks in the trash
Is she still here?
Don't know why
I'ma fucking die in MA$$
I ain't got no microphone
I bum that shit off red
Lost my fucking phone
While rolling blunts up in my bed
Schitzo thoughts, gears turning
Yet my mind just won't make sense
Thoughts of suicide
Just put that bullet in my head
Lay me down
Let me rest
Nothin but panic
Fills my chest
This junkies best
Days are left
Still tryna find redemption yet
I will resurrect my crest
And keep my enemies in check
By Cashin checks
Puncture your vest
And See my face with your last breath
I can't call when I need you
I can't breathe when I'm near you
I just want to please you
Can I be the one for you
I can't call when I need you
I can't breathe when I'm with you
Won't see all I gave you
I'm not the one for you
Takin in a little hit
And blowing out a little bit
Party for the hell of it
That's the time we're livin in
It's just a just a phase isn't it
It's amazes me that
All the people in the room seem to fade to me
I ain't got no microphone
I bum that shit off red
Lost my fucking phone
While rolling blunts up in my bed
Schitzo thoughts, gears turning
Yet my mind just won't make sense
Thoughts of suicide
Just put that bullet in my head
Lay me down
Let me rest
Nothin but panic
Fills my chest
This junkies best
Days are left
Still tryna find redemption yet
I will resurrect my crest
And keep my enemies in check
By Cashin checks
Puncture your vest
And See my face with your last breath
I bum that shit off red
Lost my fucking phone
While rolling blunts up in my bed
Schitzo thoughts, gears turning
Yet my mind just won't make sense
Thoughts of suicide
Just put that bullet in my head
Lay me down
Let me rest
Nothin but panic
Fills my chest
This junkies best
Days are left
Still tryna find redemption yet
I will resurrect my crest
And keep my enemies in check
By Cashin checks
Puncture your vest
And See my face with your last breath
Tie the noose
Around your neck
Look into my eyes
And know your blessed
Slit my wrists and smile less
Give others things I can't possess
I'm a mess
Not impressed
With the world that made me this
Still I wish-never the less
And still I dream until they smash
What the fuck
Is the plan
Can we make some finger hash
Can I please
Pop a xan
That shit would be a blast
In the back
Of the van
Snorting rocks it's not my stash
What's up bitch
How you been
Nah just kidding
Fuck it
Pass
Got some molly in my hand
Overdose you stupid ass
Fucking lived
He a champ
Hope the trauma doesn't last
Smoking blunts until I pass-
Out And blow chunks in the trash
Is she still here?
Don't know why
I'ma fucking die in MA$$
I ain't got no microphone
I bum that shit off red
Lost my fucking phone
While rolling blunts up in my bed
Schitzo thoughts, gears turning
Yet my mind just won't make sense
Thoughts of suicide
Just put that bullet in my head
Lay me down
Let me rest
Nothin but panic
Fills my chest
This junkies best
Days are left
Still tryna find redemption yet
I will resurrect my crest
And keep my enemies in check
By Cashin checks
Puncture your vest
And See my face with your last breath
I can't call when I need you
I can't breathe when I'm near you
I just want to please you
Can I be the one for you
I can't call when I need you
I can't breathe when I'm with you
Won't see all I gave you
I'm not the one for you
Takin in a little hit
And blowing out a little bit
Party for the hell of it
That's the time we're livin in
It's just a just a phase isn't it
It's amazes me that
All the people in the room seem to fade to me
I ain't got no microphone
I bum that shit off red
Lost my fucking phone
While rolling blunts up in my bed
Schitzo thoughts, gears turning
Yet my mind just won't make sense
Thoughts of suicide
Just put that bullet in my head
Lay me down
Let me rest
Nothin but panic
Fills my chest
This junkies best
Days are left
Still tryna find redemption yet
I will resurrect my crest
And keep my enemies in check
By Cashin checks
Puncture your vest
And See my face with your last breath
Credits
Writer(s): Allen Perley
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