Help!

Help i need a medic
Almost dead cuz I'm pathetic
Sick and i don't edit
Be regressive to regret it
Copacetic in my ethics
Thats a lie i couldn't help it
Sick and i don't edit
Be regressive to regret it
Help i need a medic
Almost dead cuz I'm pathetic
Sick and i don't edit
Be regressive to regret it
Copacetic in my ethics
Thats a lie i couldn't help it
Sick and i don't edit
Be regressive to regret it

Im the type to be toxic and bitter
Ur the type to hesitate on the trigger
Lick a stick like its bitter
If you kill me well it figures
Itll only make me bigger
Now we know you wont admit
So like if so whats the difference
Seems it doesnt make you different
You cant even feed your sister
On credit cards and lighters
I keep nothing near my vitals
Kept her picture in my wallet
Go ahead keep all that
Dead theres no deposit
So ask yourself this darling
Is this better than the sorrow
I know you crave tomorrow
See tru your bravado
You never had but nada
Potential and you wanna
Be more by mannana
Either way it goes
Ive smelt ever sort of rose
On the tomb stone and snow
Ive sampled it all before
Ever sort of alone
So sit with yourself
It hurts but it helps
Take those dolls off the shelf
And put up yourself
Its not selfish its self
To do for your best

Help i need a medic
Almost dead cuz I'm pathetic
Sick and i don't edit
Be regressive to regret it
Copacetic in my ethics
Thats a lie i couldn't help it
Sick and i don't edit
Be regressive to regret it
Help i need a medic
Almost dead cuz I'm pathetic
Sick and i don't edit
Be regressive to regret it
Copacetic in my ethics
Thats a lie i couldn't help it
Sick and i don't edit
Be regressive to regret it

A meal a day
Keeps me pale and grey
What can i say
My livers filleted
Shivers accompany
Me in abundance b
Just like some trumpets
I have lack in abundance
I lie as i rummage
From her gut to her stomach
And a little above it
I adore all of your luggage
And judge you for nothing
And from one to another
O in this cluster
Summon the spine and the will and the muster
To tidy your body and mind of its clutter
Summon the spine and the will and the muster
To tidy your body and mind of its clutter

Almost dead cuz I'm pathetic
Sick and i don't edit
Be regressive to regret it
Copacetic in my ethics
Thats a lie i couldn't help it
Sick and i don't edit
Be regressive to regret it
Help i need a medic
Almost dead cuz I'm pathetic
Sick and i don't edit
Be regressive to regret it
Copacetic in my ethics
Thats a lie i couldn't help it
Sick and i don't edit
Be regressive to regret it
Help i need a medic
Almost dead cuz I'm pathetic
Sick and i don't edit
Be regressive to regret it
Copacetic in my ethics
Thats a lie i couldn't help it
Sick and i don't edit
Be regressive to regret it



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Writer(s): Fredrake B Vernoy
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