Dead Wrong
I try my best, to go and figure it out
I must confess, I'm stuck on broken vowels
They keep on talking' but they got me dead wrong
Oh well, it's more material for my song
I'm shitfaced, Ctrl Alt there's no escape
Nearly went over a bridge and drove into a lake
I'm in a daze, tryna get my head straight
But some screws were missed, and it hasn't been the same
I go through shit, so I gotta write it out
Toxic idiot and I gotta fight it out
Over twelve break downs, that I gotta air out
I overjudge myself so I gotta smoke an ounce
I feel more together when imma mess
N I always rip out pages, cause I second guess
These girls think it's fun n games like roulette
But my ADHD got me fucked up in the head
Everything never felt so right
But it feels so wrong
So many pages that I ripped out
Tryna write this stupid song
I try my best, to go and figure it out
I must confess, I'm stuck on broken vowels
They keep on talking but they got me dead wrong
Oh well, it's more material for my song
Pop a k-pin and I'm drowning out the pain
The same chemical imbalance in my brain is to blame
Saying hard work pays, but I never see them K's (Never see them gains)
Fuck it I be spending like I'm ballin' everyday
And I'm fucking on a bitch and she wet like rain
Smokin all the dabs yeah get the butane
Fuck what people say cause I already know that
Imma fuck up social reject
And I gotta feeling, I'm not gonna be here next year (Suicide)
Imma fuck up social reject (Suicide)
And I gotta feeling, I'm not gonna be here next year (Suicide)
I try my best, to go and figure it out
I must confess, I'm stuck on broken vowels
They keep on talking but they got me dead wrong
Oh well, it's more material for my song
I try my best, to go and figure it out
I must confess, I'm stuck on broken vowels
They keep on talking but they got me dead wrong
Oh well, it's more material for my song
I must confess, I'm stuck on broken vowels
They keep on talking' but they got me dead wrong
Oh well, it's more material for my song
I'm shitfaced, Ctrl Alt there's no escape
Nearly went over a bridge and drove into a lake
I'm in a daze, tryna get my head straight
But some screws were missed, and it hasn't been the same
I go through shit, so I gotta write it out
Toxic idiot and I gotta fight it out
Over twelve break downs, that I gotta air out
I overjudge myself so I gotta smoke an ounce
I feel more together when imma mess
N I always rip out pages, cause I second guess
These girls think it's fun n games like roulette
But my ADHD got me fucked up in the head
Everything never felt so right
But it feels so wrong
So many pages that I ripped out
Tryna write this stupid song
I try my best, to go and figure it out
I must confess, I'm stuck on broken vowels
They keep on talking but they got me dead wrong
Oh well, it's more material for my song
Pop a k-pin and I'm drowning out the pain
The same chemical imbalance in my brain is to blame
Saying hard work pays, but I never see them K's (Never see them gains)
Fuck it I be spending like I'm ballin' everyday
And I'm fucking on a bitch and she wet like rain
Smokin all the dabs yeah get the butane
Fuck what people say cause I already know that
Imma fuck up social reject
And I gotta feeling, I'm not gonna be here next year (Suicide)
Imma fuck up social reject (Suicide)
And I gotta feeling, I'm not gonna be here next year (Suicide)
I try my best, to go and figure it out
I must confess, I'm stuck on broken vowels
They keep on talking but they got me dead wrong
Oh well, it's more material for my song
I try my best, to go and figure it out
I must confess, I'm stuck on broken vowels
They keep on talking but they got me dead wrong
Oh well, it's more material for my song
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Harris
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