Epilectric

Too much electric in brain
It's epilectric, what they're saying
Anaesthetic for the pain
But all these meds feel like they're killing me the same
Too much electric in my head
It's epilectric, what they said
Still bet my eyes a shade of red
'Cause all these meds feel like they're killing me instead

Too much electric in my head kinda make sense
It's epilectric what they said tryna make sense
Too much electric in my head kinda make sense
I'm still tryna make it make sense

I don't really wanna write another sad tune
But everyday I wake up, I'm in a bad mood
It's got me going out my head, I'm feeling mad too
I don't wanna write it down, but I have to
I never wanna tell a soul, so I write it down
It's ironic now, they know when I spit it out
We all struggle on our own, I can feel it now
I don't know

I don't really wanna write another sad tune
But everyday I wake up, I'm in a bad mood
It's got me going out my head, I'm feeling mad too
I don't wanna write it down, but I have to
I never wanna tell a soul, so I write it down
It's ironic now, they know when I spit it out
We all struggle on our own, I can feel it now
I don't know where we going, hope it figures out

Too much electric in my head kinda make sense
It's epilectric what they said tryna make sense
Too much electric in my head kinda make sense
I'm still tryna make it make sense

(Tryna make sense)
(Tryna make sense)

Too much electric in brain
It's epilectric, what they're saying
Anaesthetic for the pain
But all these meds feel like they're killing me the same
Too much electric in my head
It's epilectric, what they said
Still bet my eyes a shade of red
'Cause all these meds feel like they're killing me instead

Too much electric in my head kinda make sense
It's epilectric, what they said tryna make sense
Too much electric in my head kinda make sense
I'm still tryna make it make sense



Credits
Writer(s): James Summers, Christopher Summers
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