Intrusive Thoughts
Drinking more cups so I can feel less
By the way my body built they say I'm real blessed
If I'm so blessed then why the fuck
Do I wanna put a bullet through my head
And make a bigger hole inside my chest? yuh
Shotgun shells gonna be the way to do it
Feeling pain is the way that I stay human
Intrusive thoughts got me thinking fuck improving
And fuck this bitch, grab a gun, bullet, then I boom it
Brain gets splattered, paint the walls red
Self harm pact, with my friends and now we all dead
Arm cast, from all the cuts on 'em
Barcode, scan it, you gon' see a cut throat, damn
Couple pills gonna stop the pain
Couple more gonna stop my brain
Pop some, pop some, pop some, pop some
Pop some, pop some, pop some, pop some
Show me, why I shouldn't OD
Its not like anybody really knows me
Noose round the fan, hanged
And I got the high ground, Kenobi
Call my gun a prozzie way it's head is 'bout to blow me
Everyday I'm thinking 'bout shit, am I really needed
Am I justified in the feelings that I'm feeling
Do she really like me, or is she just leading
Me on, yeah
Am I being selfish
Is this a cry for help, or a realisation that
There's no way you can help this
Why the fuck am I like this?
Everything she say I overthink
Don't over think (don't over think)
Does she hate me now? Fuck I said the wrong thing
I need to shut up, before (I need to shut up)
Why the fuck am I the one helping?
And never getting asked if I'm okay
I don't wanna see another day
Why do I have to start the conversation
Its not you I'm chasing
All these fake friends
Goddamn I fucking hate them
Stay lying on my name, you hating
No one I care bout believes it so what's the point in
Putting dirt up on my name
Saying I tried to coerce you into sex
That I asked for more from you and gave you less
That I beat you
Claimed that Amber Heard was the way I treat you
Plus you got BPD too
And you not even my first love, yeah
You was just the V.2
All your flirty questions turned to dry texts
Try to start a conversation, two word answer, try less
Watched you lose interest in me
Went to a girl that I resent, from a girl interesting me, yeah
And even when I was crying, throwing up
I still answered when you hit me, "yo what's up?"
Never told you what the problem is or problem was
The problem is, you were what the problem was
Cut you off, that's problem solved, yeah
And I ain't grew up wit role models, no J. Cole
Just motherfuckers I ain't wanna be like
I been locked inside my head, like my brothers in the bin
Do that seem right?
Yeah, do that seem right?
By the way my body built they say I'm real blessed
If I'm so blessed then why the fuck
Do I wanna put a bullet through my head
And make a bigger hole inside my chest? yuh
Shotgun shells gonna be the way to do it
Feeling pain is the way that I stay human
Intrusive thoughts got me thinking fuck improving
And fuck this bitch, grab a gun, bullet, then I boom it
Brain gets splattered, paint the walls red
Self harm pact, with my friends and now we all dead
Arm cast, from all the cuts on 'em
Barcode, scan it, you gon' see a cut throat, damn
Couple pills gonna stop the pain
Couple more gonna stop my brain
Pop some, pop some, pop some, pop some
Pop some, pop some, pop some, pop some
Show me, why I shouldn't OD
Its not like anybody really knows me
Noose round the fan, hanged
And I got the high ground, Kenobi
Call my gun a prozzie way it's head is 'bout to blow me
Everyday I'm thinking 'bout shit, am I really needed
Am I justified in the feelings that I'm feeling
Do she really like me, or is she just leading
Me on, yeah
Am I being selfish
Is this a cry for help, or a realisation that
There's no way you can help this
Why the fuck am I like this?
Everything she say I overthink
Don't over think (don't over think)
Does she hate me now? Fuck I said the wrong thing
I need to shut up, before (I need to shut up)
Why the fuck am I the one helping?
And never getting asked if I'm okay
I don't wanna see another day
Why do I have to start the conversation
Its not you I'm chasing
All these fake friends
Goddamn I fucking hate them
Stay lying on my name, you hating
No one I care bout believes it so what's the point in
Putting dirt up on my name
Saying I tried to coerce you into sex
That I asked for more from you and gave you less
That I beat you
Claimed that Amber Heard was the way I treat you
Plus you got BPD too
And you not even my first love, yeah
You was just the V.2
All your flirty questions turned to dry texts
Try to start a conversation, two word answer, try less
Watched you lose interest in me
Went to a girl that I resent, from a girl interesting me, yeah
And even when I was crying, throwing up
I still answered when you hit me, "yo what's up?"
Never told you what the problem is or problem was
The problem is, you were what the problem was
Cut you off, that's problem solved, yeah
And I ain't grew up wit role models, no J. Cole
Just motherfuckers I ain't wanna be like
I been locked inside my head, like my brothers in the bin
Do that seem right?
Yeah, do that seem right?
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