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I heard you coughed your lungs out
Frozen solid is the only way now
Couple spirits keep your teeth tight
Doubled up but man I’m spending the night
I try to fill my room with girls now
They only make me feel my sickness
And I think it’s quickest just to lie down
Stop what you’re saying now
I never wanted the truth
I’m never table, all booth
My legs don’t stand for misuse
And I probably don’t have a clue
I never wanted the truth
I’m never table all booth
Did you hear I coughed my heart out?
It never fit me so I’m likely to drown
My body yearns for something real now
Suggesting kitchen counters, can openers, and close encounters to hold me down
Ain’t no one’s boyfriend, wow
I’m busy up in my brain but they don’t see anything, yeah
Talk a little slow now
I don’t want to be alone now
I think I’m all alone now
But let me talk a little more now
Am I adding to the voices
Tell me how can I avoid this
Tell me what my choice is?
Tell me what my choice is?
I open up too easily, look at me
Single sided blade of insecurities, yeah
I open up too easily, speak to me
Cutting through my comfort like its misery, sad
Where to begin
Boston body’s caving in
If you’re looking for my head it’s in the lights I found you in
Where to begin
Boston body’s caving in
If you’re looking for my head it’s in the lights I found you in
Low 808
Blaring through my KRK’s
Double spirits
Can you hear it?
Twin machines still stop and pray
I play my role
Exercising self-control
Every evening is deceiving
And I’m sick of being bold
Talk a little slow now
I don’t want to be alone now
I think I’m all alone now
But let me talk a little more now
Am I adding to the voices
Tell me how can I avoid this
Tell me what my choice is?
Tell me what my choice is?
I open up too easily, look at me
Single sided blade of insecurities, yeah
I open up too easily, speak to me
Cutting through my comfort like its misery, sad
Misery, sad (x8)
You’ve got to be sad
You’ve got to be sharp
You’ve got to be sad
You’ve got to be on
You’ve got to be sad
You’ve got to be sharp
You’ve got to be sad
You’ve got to be on
(You've got to be sad) I open up
(You've got to be sharp) too easily
(You've got to be sad) don’t look at me
(You've got to be on) don’t speak to me
(You've got to be sad) I open up
(You've got to be sharp) too easily
(You've got to be sad) don’t look at me
(You've got to be on) don’t speak to me
(You've got to be sad) I open up
(You've got to be sharp) too easily
(You've got to be sad) don’t look at me
(You've got to be on) don’t speak to me
(You've got to be sad) I open up
(You've got to be sharp) too easily
(You've got to be sad) don’t look at me
(You've got to be on) don’t speak to me
«A ton of Stuffs Goin on!»
Ooh, you’re so sweet
Like a cherry tree
What you do to me
Baby love for me
Ooh, you’re so sweet
Like a cherry tree
What you do to me
Now you’re leaving me
Ooh, you’re so sweet
Like a cherry tree
What you do to me
Baby love for me
Ooh, you’re so sweet
Like a cherry tree
What you do to me
Now you’re leaving me