Prominence -
XI
HYPERTENSION
I'm not winning this difficult fight
My parents are just killing my vibe
I'm not the perfect son but I always try
To be perfect, it's not enough
I'm trying, but it's fucking tough
To be at home is fucking rough
Brain so fucked, my life just sucks
It's too much
My head is filled with lots of stuff
My body feels so cold
There's no spirit in my soul
I don't know where this shit's all for
You don't really know me
Cannot vibe with every shawty
Pop a pill, 'cause I'm anxious and lonely
You know what you were gonna do, just show me
Fuckin show me
I'm going insane, catched a case
Why you always fuckin' blame me
For the shit I didn't do
When the find out you lied, you're screwed
I almost lost all of my friends
'Cause you told all those fake facts
No one asked for the different side of the story
You're a drunk and you're a stoner
You don't like to be sober
You're pretend that you're wrestling
With yourself, that's fuckin' sketchy
You're seekin' for attention
Yea, those statements, bold and reckless
I just wanna get myself back
I'm not winning this difficult fight
My parents are just killing my vibe
I'm not the perfect son but I always try
To be perfect, it's not enough
I'm trying, but it's fucking tough
To be at home is fucking rough
Brain so fucked, my life just sucks
It's too much
My head is filled with lots of stuff
I'm loving things I've never loved before
I'm paranoid, fuckin' lock the doors
I'm simply just countin' the time
I'm dealing with this shit my whole life
I disguise everything 'bout myself
Can't find help
Why would you
There is nothing wrong with you
I want this shit to be over
Just slice my throat open
I wanna be free
I'll never be me
You're a drunk and you're a stoner
You don't like to be sober
You're pretend that you're wrestling
With yourself, that's fuckin' sketchy
You're seekin' for attention
Yea, those statements, bold and reckless
I just wanna get myself back
I'm not winning this difficult fight
My parents are just killing my vibe
I'm not the perfect son but I always try
To be perfect, it's not enough
I'm trying, but it's fucking tough
To be at home is fucking rough
Brain so fucked, my life just sucks
It's too much
My head is filled with lots of stuff
(I'm loving things I've never loved before)
(I'm paranoid, fuckin' lock the doors)
My parents are just killing my vibe
I'm not the perfect son but I always try
To be perfect, it's not enough
I'm trying, but it's fucking tough
To be at home is fucking rough
Brain so fucked, my life just sucks
It's too much
My head is filled with lots of stuff
My body feels so cold
There's no spirit in my soul
I don't know where this shit's all for
You don't really know me
Cannot vibe with every shawty
Pop a pill, 'cause I'm anxious and lonely
You know what you were gonna do, just show me
Fuckin show me
I'm going insane, catched a case
Why you always fuckin' blame me
For the shit I didn't do
When the find out you lied, you're screwed
I almost lost all of my friends
'Cause you told all those fake facts
No one asked for the different side of the story
You're a drunk and you're a stoner
You don't like to be sober
You're pretend that you're wrestling
With yourself, that's fuckin' sketchy
You're seekin' for attention
Yea, those statements, bold and reckless
I just wanna get myself back
I'm not winning this difficult fight
My parents are just killing my vibe
I'm not the perfect son but I always try
To be perfect, it's not enough
I'm trying, but it's fucking tough
To be at home is fucking rough
Brain so fucked, my life just sucks
It's too much
My head is filled with lots of stuff
I'm loving things I've never loved before
I'm paranoid, fuckin' lock the doors
I'm simply just countin' the time
I'm dealing with this shit my whole life
I disguise everything 'bout myself
Can't find help
Why would you
There is nothing wrong with you
I want this shit to be over
Just slice my throat open
I wanna be free
I'll never be me
You're a drunk and you're a stoner
You don't like to be sober
You're pretend that you're wrestling
With yourself, that's fuckin' sketchy
You're seekin' for attention
Yea, those statements, bold and reckless
I just wanna get myself back
I'm not winning this difficult fight
My parents are just killing my vibe
I'm not the perfect son but I always try
To be perfect, it's not enough
I'm trying, but it's fucking tough
To be at home is fucking rough
Brain so fucked, my life just sucks
It's too much
My head is filled with lots of stuff
(I'm loving things I've never loved before)
(I'm paranoid, fuckin' lock the doors)
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