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Get my heart, put it on my sleeve
Don't ask me what I'm on, you would not believe
Pack on me, bands on me
On the run from the truth using all my energy
My mind on the loose, I never know what I need
I'm too out of view, vices in my keep
Silent when I move, where my peace?
I can't tell
I ain't right
Eyes wide shut still outside
Hands on Beyblade on my clock
Running around my remedies every night
My blankets a hard place, my beds a rock

Mental crowded, bitch, I'm out it
This intel say tuck me up, I been hiding
I been wilding
Tryna withstand invisible hands I've been fighting
Bitch, I'm fine
Mental crowded, bitch, I'm out it
This intel say tuck me up, I been hiding
I been wilding
Tryna withstand invisible hands I've been fighting
Bitch, I'm fine



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