Torn Labrum
I got a torn labrum
Stitches under my shorts
I don't want your sympathy don't even want your remorse
Few weeks on crutches
It's hurts me when I touch it
But still I'm dancing for the judges
Hit me with the versed I'm feelin loopy
How many drugs they got running through me
The painkillers get me moody
As of now I'm off duty
Because I got a bone spur and it tore the muscle right off
A Sharp Pain in my hip man I'm feeling way off
It's been hurting when I sneeze it's been hurting when I cough
Just in time for the playoffs
Ain't that wrong
My first surgery I'm not takin it well
Being limited is like my own little hell
Not even my full self I'm just a man out his shell
Mentally I'm feeling unwell
But for now I'll try to grind at any point
I'm 22 years how am I hurtin my joints
I'll try to tell you how I'm feeling from my standpoint
But I can't even stand my arms and plastic conjoined
Can't even sleep comfortably without medication
It's the green kind it takes me to my own vacation
I'm feelin itchy cause my pasty legs were shaven
I'm out of work everyday feels like recreation
I haven't had this much free time since middle school
Sitting home all the time I really feel like a fool
But from now on I'll remember this single rule
Never take it for granted cause you'll never know when you'll lose
I got a torn labrum
Four stitches under my shorts
I don't want your sympathy I don't even want your remorse
Few weeks on crutches
It's hurts me when I touch it
But still I'm dancing for the judges
Stitches under my shorts
I don't want your sympathy don't even want your remorse
Few weeks on crutches
It's hurts me when I touch it
But still I'm dancing for the judges
Hit me with the versed I'm feelin loopy
How many drugs they got running through me
The painkillers get me moody
As of now I'm off duty
Because I got a bone spur and it tore the muscle right off
A Sharp Pain in my hip man I'm feeling way off
It's been hurting when I sneeze it's been hurting when I cough
Just in time for the playoffs
Ain't that wrong
My first surgery I'm not takin it well
Being limited is like my own little hell
Not even my full self I'm just a man out his shell
Mentally I'm feeling unwell
But for now I'll try to grind at any point
I'm 22 years how am I hurtin my joints
I'll try to tell you how I'm feeling from my standpoint
But I can't even stand my arms and plastic conjoined
Can't even sleep comfortably without medication
It's the green kind it takes me to my own vacation
I'm feelin itchy cause my pasty legs were shaven
I'm out of work everyday feels like recreation
I haven't had this much free time since middle school
Sitting home all the time I really feel like a fool
But from now on I'll remember this single rule
Never take it for granted cause you'll never know when you'll lose
I got a torn labrum
Four stitches under my shorts
I don't want your sympathy I don't even want your remorse
Few weeks on crutches
It's hurts me when I touch it
But still I'm dancing for the judges
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Writer(s): Nicholas Fine
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