Thoughts

Fuck it
I keep starting over so huh
Fuck it
I never really cared and I'm happy that you know this

I'm like a novice with this shit
The way I stir the potion
You probably shouldn't take a sip because it's too potent

Don't know what to do
I'm kinda stuck and I'm running in a fucking loop
And at this point
I cannot keep my thoughts off of you
I'm drowning in my mental and I don't know what to do

And at this point this shut got me feeling black and blue
I need something new
Someone to run to

I'm fucking human too
I need to cope too
But I don't fucking need you
Grab my fucking mic
So I can yell the fucking truth

FUCK!

Fucking isolation
Ain't got no dedication
I lost my fucking motivation
Laughter fill my thoughts with hatred
Everyday I fucking fake it
Sick and tired of having patience
You're causing me more complications
Where's my fucking reparations?

FUCK

I can't keep this up
I'm sick of faking all the fucking time
I need some luck
But who really gives a fuck

Not a single fucking person
All this shit making me nervous
Keep this shit under the surface



Credits
Writer(s): Kahlil Franks
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