Pall Mall Blart Cop 2

Feels like, like my heads about to fall right off
I can't, get out out of bed to save my fucking job
The foundations feeling shaky underneath
Trying to figure out what's going on with me
Maybe I just need to get some sleep
Or I should probably eat something

But I get so, I get so, I get so so overwhelmed
But I get so, I get so, I get so so overwhelmed
But I get so, I get so, I get so so overwhelmed

With everything that's inside of my body
Figure out there's always something with me
Like I have an expiration date because
I don't show up or even try to call

I'm always inside my head



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Armstrong
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