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Took too many drugs tonight
Cut off my eyes, Im blind
Here I lie bedside
Inside I fight my demons
But now I see em,wrists bleeding
Face reeking of oil
And the turmoil of my sins begins to tear me open
Im just hoping that I don't stay choking
My emotions deeper than the ocean
Im not clean I drink potent potions mixed with Ibuprofen
Feel so broken when I wrote this I blew my head open
Bedsheets red, full of blood and organs
Kanine died
Super high
Nine to fives, rather die
All my life I've been tried, by my monsters and imposters
In my mind they wander never conquer
But they bother they so bold
Cold showers every hour gives me powers
Cant scream any louder
Dreams of flowers that are ours
I seem to cower while Demons devour your soul
Im all alone, Im enclosed im my hole
Closed off doors, torn off clothes
Bullet holes in my brain
Sniff cocaine ease the pain
Levels of hate elevate
All the migraines that you gave, need a new strain of kush
Im misunderstood I've been overlooked
I can't explain how I feel these days
I smoke away the pain yes
And I complain yes
Do I give a fuck? No
You don't care at all hoe
And you claim you my bro
I walked in the rain with you
Days of eating pizza after school
Burnt inside for a bit but its cool
Murdok slice the neck of a fool
Have you heard of the checks I ran through?
Middle school, Bitches said I was a tool
Now look a you, worry about what a kid do
Burry heads in the bathroom
Im a bully my heart fully broken
Stay toting fully loaded automatics
Full of baggage, mental damage runs rampant
From Manhattan so what's happening?
Inside my mind is a guy tryna override my visions
His mission makes me superstitious
Im not kidding when I say
I cut my face with the blade and stitched it back in place
Murdok Kaine
Still switching lanes
Switch blades cus bitches change
Im not the same way I was yesterday
Step in my rain of tears all I hear is
Fear, Im the scarecrow of your field
I shield to protect
I defend from the rest
But im a guest In my own head
Cut off my eyes, Im blind
Here I lie bedside
Inside I fight my demons
But now I see em,wrists bleeding
Face reeking of oil
And the turmoil of my sins begins to tear me open
Im just hoping that I don't stay choking
My emotions deeper than the ocean
Im not clean I drink potent potions mixed with Ibuprofen
Feel so broken when I wrote this I blew my head open
Bedsheets red, full of blood and organs
Kanine died
Super high
Nine to fives, rather die
All my life I've been tried, by my monsters and imposters
In my mind they wander never conquer
But they bother they so bold
Cold showers every hour gives me powers
Cant scream any louder
Dreams of flowers that are ours
I seem to cower while Demons devour your soul
Im all alone, Im enclosed im my hole
Closed off doors, torn off clothes
Bullet holes in my brain
Sniff cocaine ease the pain
Levels of hate elevate
All the migraines that you gave, need a new strain of kush
Im misunderstood I've been overlooked
I can't explain how I feel these days
I smoke away the pain yes
And I complain yes
Do I give a fuck? No
You don't care at all hoe
And you claim you my bro
I walked in the rain with you
Days of eating pizza after school
Burnt inside for a bit but its cool
Murdok slice the neck of a fool
Have you heard of the checks I ran through?
Middle school, Bitches said I was a tool
Now look a you, worry about what a kid do
Burry heads in the bathroom
Im a bully my heart fully broken
Stay toting fully loaded automatics
Full of baggage, mental damage runs rampant
From Manhattan so what's happening?
Inside my mind is a guy tryna override my visions
His mission makes me superstitious
Im not kidding when I say
I cut my face with the blade and stitched it back in place
Murdok Kaine
Still switching lanes
Switch blades cus bitches change
Im not the same way I was yesterday
Step in my rain of tears all I hear is
Fear, Im the scarecrow of your field
I shield to protect
I defend from the rest
But im a guest In my own head
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Writer(s): Sebastian Cuicas
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