Five Seconds
Temper, flaring
Emotion, wearing
On my, sleeve, can't stand people staring
My heart's cold, my mind's torn
Take what I'm owed, welcome to my world
Everyone on my nerves
Shit's too loud I can't think
I'm not best in a crowd
You know that shit makes me sick
I'm just tryna make it out
Yeah you know what it is
In five seconds about I think I'ma lose my shit
Everyone on my nerves
Shit's too loud I can't think
I'm not best in a crowd
You know that shit makes me sick
I'm just tryna make it out
Yeah you know what it is
In five seconds about I think I'ma lose my shit
I could flex my skills till I'm tired and sore
I could stress how I spit till I can't anymore
I'ma save my breath and my vocal cords
If it wasn't for me I would have no support
But I love this sport
I always want more
I'm feeling torn
Go through the ceiling once I go through the door
Uh
A dangerous mind
A gift or a curse
Made by design
How does it work
Say that I'm right
But how when at birth
I was labeled an accident first
Yeah I'm different
But it's just really how you view it
Cause no I ain't smart as shit
But I know for a fact I sure as shit ain't stupid
Hate groups
Hate crowds
Mood swings and fake smiles
Fake people always being around
Swear to God I'ma make it out
Hate everything
I hate you
I hate the way that I made you
I hate when people praise you
But this the life that I changed to
Everyone on my nerves
Shit's too loud I can't think
I'm not best in a crowd
You know that shit makes me sick
I'm just tryna make it out
Yeah you know what it is
In five seconds about I think I'ma lose my shit
Everyone on my nerves
Shit's too loud I can't think
I'm not best in a crowd
You know that shit makes me sick
I'm just tryna make it out
Yeah you know what it is
In five seconds about I think I'ma lose my shit
Five
Seconds
I'm
Reckless
My
Message
Give pride
And effort
Inside
I'm hectic
I try
To help it
Times
Priceless
My mind
Effects it
Fell in love with the game
At a young age
Everything changed
It ain't the same, nah
I use it to vent
But now I resent the way I present myself
They say that you get
All that you give
But whenever I give there's nothing returned
Bridges get burned
I don't give a shit
I meant every word
There's levels to it
Though feelings get hurt
I ain't concerned cause lessons are learned
Know what I mean
Do you feel me
I'm the only one who feels me
Heart cold but still beats
Make sure to give the real me
Gotta make something of my life
Even if it kills me
Hate life
Hate love
Hate pain
And hate trust
All the things that make us
Hate it all, I'm insane huh
Hate everything, I hate me
Hate the way that you made me
Hate when people praise me
What can I say I'm crazy
Everyone on my nerves
Shit's too loud I can't think
I'm not best in a crowd
You know that shit makes me sick
I'm just tryna make it out
Yeah you know what it is
In five seconds about I think I'ma lose my shit
Everyone on my nerves
Shit's too loud I can't think
I'm not best in a crowd
You know that shit makes me sick
I'm just tryna make it out
Yeah you know what it is
In five seconds about I think I'ma lose my shit
Emotion, wearing
On my, sleeve, can't stand people staring
My heart's cold, my mind's torn
Take what I'm owed, welcome to my world
Everyone on my nerves
Shit's too loud I can't think
I'm not best in a crowd
You know that shit makes me sick
I'm just tryna make it out
Yeah you know what it is
In five seconds about I think I'ma lose my shit
Everyone on my nerves
Shit's too loud I can't think
I'm not best in a crowd
You know that shit makes me sick
I'm just tryna make it out
Yeah you know what it is
In five seconds about I think I'ma lose my shit
I could flex my skills till I'm tired and sore
I could stress how I spit till I can't anymore
I'ma save my breath and my vocal cords
If it wasn't for me I would have no support
But I love this sport
I always want more
I'm feeling torn
Go through the ceiling once I go through the door
Uh
A dangerous mind
A gift or a curse
Made by design
How does it work
Say that I'm right
But how when at birth
I was labeled an accident first
Yeah I'm different
But it's just really how you view it
Cause no I ain't smart as shit
But I know for a fact I sure as shit ain't stupid
Hate groups
Hate crowds
Mood swings and fake smiles
Fake people always being around
Swear to God I'ma make it out
Hate everything
I hate you
I hate the way that I made you
I hate when people praise you
But this the life that I changed to
Everyone on my nerves
Shit's too loud I can't think
I'm not best in a crowd
You know that shit makes me sick
I'm just tryna make it out
Yeah you know what it is
In five seconds about I think I'ma lose my shit
Everyone on my nerves
Shit's too loud I can't think
I'm not best in a crowd
You know that shit makes me sick
I'm just tryna make it out
Yeah you know what it is
In five seconds about I think I'ma lose my shit
Five
Seconds
I'm
Reckless
My
Message
Give pride
And effort
Inside
I'm hectic
I try
To help it
Times
Priceless
My mind
Effects it
Fell in love with the game
At a young age
Everything changed
It ain't the same, nah
I use it to vent
But now I resent the way I present myself
They say that you get
All that you give
But whenever I give there's nothing returned
Bridges get burned
I don't give a shit
I meant every word
There's levels to it
Though feelings get hurt
I ain't concerned cause lessons are learned
Know what I mean
Do you feel me
I'm the only one who feels me
Heart cold but still beats
Make sure to give the real me
Gotta make something of my life
Even if it kills me
Hate life
Hate love
Hate pain
And hate trust
All the things that make us
Hate it all, I'm insane huh
Hate everything, I hate me
Hate the way that you made me
Hate when people praise me
What can I say I'm crazy
Everyone on my nerves
Shit's too loud I can't think
I'm not best in a crowd
You know that shit makes me sick
I'm just tryna make it out
Yeah you know what it is
In five seconds about I think I'ma lose my shit
Everyone on my nerves
Shit's too loud I can't think
I'm not best in a crowd
You know that shit makes me sick
I'm just tryna make it out
Yeah you know what it is
In five seconds about I think I'ma lose my shit
Credits
Writer(s): Brock Simpson
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