things that i see
These things that I see
They can't be real, or so I feel
These things that I see
They can't be real, or so I feel
I'm peter pannin, never panic, but always manic
I snort anti depressants in hopes they hittin the fastest
Ai walk around with some weapons just hopin I get arrested
Got a shiny new revolver that I haven't got to test yet
Reminds me of my friends cause they never jam my shit, yuh
Reminds me of my bitch cause we six rounds in, yuh
Reminds me of some kids, prolly wanna let it rip
Tell the truth, I feel the same, the only way I could forget
These dreams that I
Don't think
Cause once you start to ponder, you won't ever get away, and
Once I start, I don't know how to stop until I'm finished baby
Don't know who I'm talkin to, but I bet she got hella ass
All my dolls are lost, lookin bad, lookin back
Only see em in my dreams cause that's the only time I rest
Only reply when I'm lonely, that's the only time I waste
And I won't ever get attached, brush it off like some ASHXS
These things that I see
They can't be real, that's how I feel
I ain't really felt like myself in a minute
Don't know how i got to this place that I been in
Somebody pinch me cause I know I'm lost in the vision
I hate who the fuck I've become because you bitches been pushing me over my limit
Bitch I'm trippin, story of my life, ending beginning
All the shit I did to get here, why the fuck I'm still pretending
That this smile I rock is real, i had to put some gold up in it
Just so i didn't fuckin look like I was gonna shoot up the venue
Demons taking over, I'm alive but barely living
I don't be out at the club cause I don't understand that feeling
All my friends don't feel my shit, don't hear the message that I'm spittin
Complications in my life gonna have my fuckin head spinnin
Y'all can't relate to the pain that I feel cause I don't even understand it myself
No real connection with anybody, no line to hit if I need help
Clock ticking down to the end of my days, like I'm locked up inside of a shell
Load up a hollow inside of my grave, 38, pull the trigger, and send me to hell
These things that I see
They can't be real, that's how I feel
These things that I see
They can't be real, that's how I feel
They can't be real, or so I feel
These things that I see
They can't be real, or so I feel
I'm peter pannin, never panic, but always manic
I snort anti depressants in hopes they hittin the fastest
Ai walk around with some weapons just hopin I get arrested
Got a shiny new revolver that I haven't got to test yet
Reminds me of my friends cause they never jam my shit, yuh
Reminds me of my bitch cause we six rounds in, yuh
Reminds me of some kids, prolly wanna let it rip
Tell the truth, I feel the same, the only way I could forget
These dreams that I
Don't think
Cause once you start to ponder, you won't ever get away, and
Once I start, I don't know how to stop until I'm finished baby
Don't know who I'm talkin to, but I bet she got hella ass
All my dolls are lost, lookin bad, lookin back
Only see em in my dreams cause that's the only time I rest
Only reply when I'm lonely, that's the only time I waste
And I won't ever get attached, brush it off like some ASHXS
These things that I see
They can't be real, that's how I feel
I ain't really felt like myself in a minute
Don't know how i got to this place that I been in
Somebody pinch me cause I know I'm lost in the vision
I hate who the fuck I've become because you bitches been pushing me over my limit
Bitch I'm trippin, story of my life, ending beginning
All the shit I did to get here, why the fuck I'm still pretending
That this smile I rock is real, i had to put some gold up in it
Just so i didn't fuckin look like I was gonna shoot up the venue
Demons taking over, I'm alive but barely living
I don't be out at the club cause I don't understand that feeling
All my friends don't feel my shit, don't hear the message that I'm spittin
Complications in my life gonna have my fuckin head spinnin
Y'all can't relate to the pain that I feel cause I don't even understand it myself
No real connection with anybody, no line to hit if I need help
Clock ticking down to the end of my days, like I'm locked up inside of a shell
Load up a hollow inside of my grave, 38, pull the trigger, and send me to hell
These things that I see
They can't be real, that's how I feel
These things that I see
They can't be real, that's how I feel
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Writer(s): Coltyn Safford
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