Sick Of Myself
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I get so sick of myself
I don't want nothing else
I think you're bad for my health
I know I need some help
And I'm swinging from the ceiling
Maybe I'm climbing up the walls up the walls
Pass me a cigarette
I been through hell at best
I don't want nothing less
Maybe it's all a test
I'm swinging from the ceiling
Maybe I'm climbing up the walls up the walls
And I just can't escape the feeling
Tryna make sense of it all, of it all
Coke and weed, you can have it 'cause it's free
Drink and drive, you can make it if you try
Suicide, don't it make you feel alive
Heaven and Hell, don't they go so well
Jack and coke, won't you light me up a smoke
Kings and queens that don't care about me
Hell for free, better make some space for me
'Cause I'm swinging from the ceiling
Maybe I'm climbing up the walls up the walls
And I just can't escape the feeling
Tryna make sense of it all, of it all