T-T-Taigen made another one
I'm a slam poet with love
Tragedy in the past tense
Teared me apart when
You told me I was different
That you were hopin'
Now I'm falling
I lost all my confidence
Now a different person
I'm not the same that I used to be
Now I'm off the percs again
I'm off the percs again
Fade away like Dirk again
Leanin off the percs again
Mumbling and stumbling
Mind's scrambling
Little space I'm roaming
I sold my soul
Ran away from the unknown
I chase my feels to get better
But it's no better
Anvil on my shoulder's
Life getting harder
Fuck anxiety
I'd rather be dead than feelin empty
Pop pills, chase thrills, pills, pills
Pop pills, pop pill, pill, pills
Be in my feels, kills, kills
So I just feel, feel, feel
Gettin high to get rid of the pain
Demons I slay everyday
Smokin on reefer today
Oh-oh, oh-oh
I'm stuck in my ways
They go up and down like a rollercoaster
I'm not clever, no, I'm not sober
Heart going faster, going faster
I can't feel my breath got
To take a breather
My mind feels like a casino
It's rigged, like a broken machine
I remisnisce with the lean
I need to have more caution
Drugs got to be careful with it
Don't do it, kid, baby, promise