Nights of pain

I ain't the type to ask for help
But won't you save me from myself
I put myself through hell
Ain't nobody can tell

What I succeed at, can't dispel
I can't help myself
Never really been the type to let go
Always been the type to keep my shit low

Feel like it's better off if no one knows
Better her own when I lose control
Better than a gun, I don't care no more
Grab me the palm and let it rip off

So won't you be my rest in peace
Won't you be my ecstasy
When I look at you I see the rest of me
When I'm dead and I'm gone

Will you think less of me
In my head, turning blind
I don't know what's left of me
Smoking pot, making music on my laptop

Like I always do
Make a banger every time for one
Drop it, I don't know why I can't stop it
In my head, 24-7

Guess you could say that I'm clocked in
Couldn't bear to look at me
Now they all be watching
Couldn't bear to hear me sing

Now they're going through the window, dropping
I ain't the type to ask for help
But won't you save me from myself
I put myself through hell

Ain't nobody can tell
Would I succeed? I couldn't
It's better if I couldn't help myself
Never really been the type to let go

Always been the type to keep my shit low
Feel like it's better off if no one knows
Better alone when I lose control
Later they're gone, I don't care no more

Grab me the palm and let it rip off
So won't you be my rest in peace
Won't you be my ecstasy
When I look at you I see the rest of me

When I'm dead and I'm gone
Will you think less of me
In my head, so damn long
I don't know what's left of me

Smoking pot, making music on my laptop
Like I always do
Make a finger every time for one
Drop it

I don't know why I can't stop it
In my head, 24-7
Guess you could set it on clock, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Díaz
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