Gaslit Dreams
Mind got me crippled
I got myself in a pickle
Yuh
Shouldn't have took triple
I'm way too past all the giggles
Fuck
Dime bags and henny
I'm scraping nickels and penny's
Rough
Banned from my Denny's
Cuz I got fucked up and messy
Ha
Man down a manic spasm head in the gutter
I ain't know how the fuck I made it this far with a putter
I aint built to fucking deal with all these people that follow
And know I love you but these socials interaction get harder
Know I gotta lay low
Smoke dope
Stuck in this shitty fucking circle got me broke
Mentally and physically be trapped I need a rope
God knows what the fuck I gotta do to find a roach
Living in the basement
Cuz I'm broke
6 figure jobs man I gave em up for hope
Chasing fucking dreams
Man I'm disappointing folks
So I'm sorry mom and dad if I ain't do this would've jumped
Mind got me crippled
I got myself in a pickle
Yuh
Shouldn't have took triple
I'm way too past all the giggles
Fuck
Dime bags and henny
I'm scraping nickels and penny's
Rough
Banned from my Denny's
Cuz I got fucked up and messy
Ha
Lost in a haze
They tryna talk with me
Know I got a lot in me
Sit down and just rock with me
Lost in a gaze
I'm in the sauce baby
Drowning I ain't stop shaking
Legs be weighing lots lately
Counting the days
That I got baby
Every ugly thought aching
Don't know when I stop waking
Frown on my face
Cuz I ain't
Where I know I wanna be lately
Gave it up to dream my fate
I got myself in a pickle
Yuh
Shouldn't have took triple
I'm way too past all the giggles
Fuck
Dime bags and henny
I'm scraping nickels and penny's
Rough
Banned from my Denny's
Cuz I got fucked up and messy
Ha
Man down a manic spasm head in the gutter
I ain't know how the fuck I made it this far with a putter
I aint built to fucking deal with all these people that follow
And know I love you but these socials interaction get harder
Know I gotta lay low
Smoke dope
Stuck in this shitty fucking circle got me broke
Mentally and physically be trapped I need a rope
God knows what the fuck I gotta do to find a roach
Living in the basement
Cuz I'm broke
6 figure jobs man I gave em up for hope
Chasing fucking dreams
Man I'm disappointing folks
So I'm sorry mom and dad if I ain't do this would've jumped
Mind got me crippled
I got myself in a pickle
Yuh
Shouldn't have took triple
I'm way too past all the giggles
Fuck
Dime bags and henny
I'm scraping nickels and penny's
Rough
Banned from my Denny's
Cuz I got fucked up and messy
Ha
Lost in a haze
They tryna talk with me
Know I got a lot in me
Sit down and just rock with me
Lost in a gaze
I'm in the sauce baby
Drowning I ain't stop shaking
Legs be weighing lots lately
Counting the days
That I got baby
Every ugly thought aching
Don't know when I stop waking
Frown on my face
Cuz I ain't
Where I know I wanna be lately
Gave it up to dream my fate
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Brach
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