fracture
The music the struggle
The things that we hide
I'm polished but somehow
I feel like I don't shine
I'm speaking to myself
But the devil on the line
These demons in my head
I gotta end the fight
At night I lay awake and promise
Myself I'm alright but I'm nauseous
Anxiety got locked up in my consciousness
Smoking gas yeah I'm trynna escape all of this
I can't focus I can't rest
I can't even feel my face
I wish that I could vanish
and not even leave fucking trace
Why am I making all this shit just to end up in a void
I'm too far into this just to have it all destroyed
The music the struggle
The things that we hide
I'm polished but somehow
I feel like I don't shine
I'm speaking to myself
But the devil on the line
These demons in my head
I gotta end the fight
What?
Don't you talk to me bout business
Fuck all that shit I need at least six digits
I'm smoking packs like it's fitness
Killing shit I got a hit list
Take my baby shopping
Just to cross some shit off of her wishlist
I shed blood I see red
Pockets blue pockets dead
Wrap it up plastic bag
I put poison in my head
It's in my head
It's in my head
It's in my head
Oh it's in my head
It's in my head
It's in my head
The things that we hide
I'm polished but somehow
I feel like I don't shine
I'm speaking to myself
But the devil on the line
These demons in my head
I gotta end the fight
At night I lay awake and promise
Myself I'm alright but I'm nauseous
Anxiety got locked up in my consciousness
Smoking gas yeah I'm trynna escape all of this
I can't focus I can't rest
I can't even feel my face
I wish that I could vanish
and not even leave fucking trace
Why am I making all this shit just to end up in a void
I'm too far into this just to have it all destroyed
The music the struggle
The things that we hide
I'm polished but somehow
I feel like I don't shine
I'm speaking to myself
But the devil on the line
These demons in my head
I gotta end the fight
What?
Don't you talk to me bout business
Fuck all that shit I need at least six digits
I'm smoking packs like it's fitness
Killing shit I got a hit list
Take my baby shopping
Just to cross some shit off of her wishlist
I shed blood I see red
Pockets blue pockets dead
Wrap it up plastic bag
I put poison in my head
It's in my head
It's in my head
It's in my head
Oh it's in my head
It's in my head
It's in my head
Credits
Writer(s): Maq Two
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