good morning
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Goodmorning, it's fuck you, and your feelings
He thought he could get to me, but all my homies villains
All these takes, i film
He shoulda stayed on the winning team
Face tats, imma peel 'em
Prolly won't let me near 'em
Got him singing, no Ed Sheeran
I could never have feared him
Me and my bros just walk in the room, empty the clip, how we clear it
Behind the wheel, i can't steer it
I put a perc in my nose again
Got me all lost, seeing spirits
Talkin to walls, ain't no friends again
'nother dose, i wanna feel it
Fuck you, and your feelings
He been talkin shit for months, don't care bout your opinions
Breakin em down in my runtz
Cuz he won't be in my DM's
Yeah, you know that we spin him again
That time of the month, we hit him and his friend
11pm, and we sinnin again
Yeah, i got carried away, i admit
I put like 1 through his brim, and it rip
Popout with aim, i should shoot for the next
Part of my stand, gotta sand all my kicks
Serpent sold my soul, i ain't sick
I got some paranoia, throw a fit
I got some Rick boots, stompin' shit
I'm talking to the walls, i'm going insane
Panic pacing, talking to myself, i cannot maintain
Fallin' apart, i'm not intact
I can't see shit, my vision black
Head caving in, there ain't no turning back, now
Good morning, i wake up and i contemplate
Demons in my mind, ready to fight, but i am not afraid
Screw loose, panic attacks, feel like i'm gonna faint
Voices in my head, taking over, i can't feel my brain
Pull the trigger on the gun
Hell has only just begun
What the fuck have I become?
Can't feel shit, my head so numb
I'm rotting away, i'm fadin
When i say i'm fine, I'm fakin
Paranoid, i'm anxious
Stressed, i got no patience
Fuck all you haters, you hoes are bitches
All black attire, i'm all 'bout the business
Dark thoughts, became one with the vision
Out with the team, we on a mission
Fuck my life, i'm so sick of these fake friends
Scars on my black, still bleed, from the snakes, yeah
Goodmorning, it's fuck you, and your feelings
He thought he could get to me, but all my homies villains
All these takes, i film
He shoulda stayed on the winning team
Face tats, imma peel 'em
Prolly won't let me near 'em
Got him singing, no Ed Sheeran
I could never have feared him
Me and my bros just walk in the room, empty the clip, how we clear it
Behind the wheel, i can't steer it
I put a perc in my nose again
Got me all lost, seeing spirits
Talkin to walls, ain't no friends again
'nother dose, i wanna feel it