TYPA WAY
Swear down man I feel a typa way
This the typa pain
That fade away
Then it come right back
Yeh it gets like that
Yeh it gets like that sometimes
Just me myself and my thoughts
And nobody gets them
Just me myself and my flaws
And nobody loves them
Feel like everybody judge them
Every eye on me
And yet nobody see
Let that cold body be
Let it rot and mould
Pain comes hot and cold
From every angle
Feels like I've covered slit wrists with sparkly bangles
Feel like I'm always balling up my fists or brukking up handles
Man how can I handle
Fake smile
Fake smile
Yeh what a shambles
Back upstairs to my bedroom mirror
What's behind those eyes is crystal clear
What was once a sparkly glimmer
Now black bags cuz I've been pissed all year
Turn my head to the stars and let out a wishful tear
Hope for some better days
Looking back at the better days
The ones that seemed like they were there for me but then never came
It's okay we move
But how you scratching your head all dazed and confused
When I explain
How I overcame
All this pain
Cards close to my like a chest poker game
Arguments with my self yeh it's no debate
Shoulder blades
Due to break
From the weight of all these feelings
Feeling played by all these demons
Some say that I'm salty
But I swear down that the way that my heart feel right now
Something must be faulty
Looking back at the lessons that you taught me
Memory lane full off nothing but ghosts that haunt me
I pour my heart out
Straight bleed on a beat
And all they can do is applaud me
Yeh all they can do is
Swear down man I feel a type of way
As I wipe away
Hot tears down my face
I don't shy away
If I die today
Then I might escape
This pain for a moment
Shit painful and broken
I just paint like poet
As I Look back at my words
Frozen in time when I wrote it
As I look back at my hurt
Commotion inside it exploded
Like boom ba boom ba boom pow
Hearts pounds
Rattles up in my rib cage
Battles up where the switch blade
Hold it to my wrist and clench my fingers in a fist
I can't make no mistakes
All the pisstakes
So much shit in my head
It's like I'm juggling knives at the same time I spin plates
This ain't no circus act
From a child I've know where my purpose at
Spit flames like furnace
Burn this
Turn this heat all the way to the top like a thermostat
And when they purchase that
Make sure I charge em fucked up numbers in the service tax
Coz when it comes to them serving rap
What they spit from their lips is bullshit versus facts
When I come from the place where women get purses snatched
It's peak I deeped I feel a typa way
But I'm tough just enough to say that I might display
How I really feel
How I'm really built
I don't care anymore I can't feel no guilt
When it comes to this shit I don't feel no chill
I'm so sick of feeling pain man I need to heal
Huge holes in my heart that I need to fill
Lotta bottled up thoughts that I need to spill
So I type away
At these notes on my phone every night and day
I typa away
Coz when it's time to sleep I lay wide awake
And then through the day man I'm miles away
Day dreaming that I'm elsewhere
Diagnosed by the doctor but I don't need no healthcare
I need self care
Take care of my welfare
Gotta find heaven in my heart cuz in my head man it's hell there
This the typa pain
That fade away
Then it come right back
Yeh it gets like that
Yeh it gets like that sometimes
Just me myself and my thoughts
And nobody gets them
Just me myself and my flaws
And nobody loves them
Feel like everybody judge them
Every eye on me
And yet nobody see
Let that cold body be
Let it rot and mould
Pain comes hot and cold
From every angle
Feels like I've covered slit wrists with sparkly bangles
Feel like I'm always balling up my fists or brukking up handles
Man how can I handle
Fake smile
Fake smile
Yeh what a shambles
Back upstairs to my bedroom mirror
What's behind those eyes is crystal clear
What was once a sparkly glimmer
Now black bags cuz I've been pissed all year
Turn my head to the stars and let out a wishful tear
Hope for some better days
Looking back at the better days
The ones that seemed like they were there for me but then never came
It's okay we move
But how you scratching your head all dazed and confused
When I explain
How I overcame
All this pain
Cards close to my like a chest poker game
Arguments with my self yeh it's no debate
Shoulder blades
Due to break
From the weight of all these feelings
Feeling played by all these demons
Some say that I'm salty
But I swear down that the way that my heart feel right now
Something must be faulty
Looking back at the lessons that you taught me
Memory lane full off nothing but ghosts that haunt me
I pour my heart out
Straight bleed on a beat
And all they can do is applaud me
Yeh all they can do is
Swear down man I feel a type of way
As I wipe away
Hot tears down my face
I don't shy away
If I die today
Then I might escape
This pain for a moment
Shit painful and broken
I just paint like poet
As I Look back at my words
Frozen in time when I wrote it
As I look back at my hurt
Commotion inside it exploded
Like boom ba boom ba boom pow
Hearts pounds
Rattles up in my rib cage
Battles up where the switch blade
Hold it to my wrist and clench my fingers in a fist
I can't make no mistakes
All the pisstakes
So much shit in my head
It's like I'm juggling knives at the same time I spin plates
This ain't no circus act
From a child I've know where my purpose at
Spit flames like furnace
Burn this
Turn this heat all the way to the top like a thermostat
And when they purchase that
Make sure I charge em fucked up numbers in the service tax
Coz when it comes to them serving rap
What they spit from their lips is bullshit versus facts
When I come from the place where women get purses snatched
It's peak I deeped I feel a typa way
But I'm tough just enough to say that I might display
How I really feel
How I'm really built
I don't care anymore I can't feel no guilt
When it comes to this shit I don't feel no chill
I'm so sick of feeling pain man I need to heal
Huge holes in my heart that I need to fill
Lotta bottled up thoughts that I need to spill
So I type away
At these notes on my phone every night and day
I typa away
Coz when it's time to sleep I lay wide awake
And then through the day man I'm miles away
Day dreaming that I'm elsewhere
Diagnosed by the doctor but I don't need no healthcare
I need self care
Take care of my welfare
Gotta find heaven in my heart cuz in my head man it's hell there
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