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The Feels
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Portugal. The Man
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I feel like I can't be by myself alone
I've seen deterioration of a happy home
I've seen materialization from niggas that can't afford it
Real niggas in costume jewelry, Old English and Chinese Jordans
I've seen the visualizations but I hoped it wrong
I've been there sitting complacent like an Uncle Tom
I welcome my mama's fakest friends with open arms
I know I strained some relations when I wrote this song
Fuck it, it feels like I've lost it all
Ignored your calls
Flew so high I was forced to fall
I feel like I
I feel like my family tried to be family over the shoulder
Then once it was over it's like they don't know me
That could lead to pure insanity, hate for humanity
I could've called them but shit
My mama died, I'm traumatized, I'm not alright
I need serenity, slip me some remedy
Some realignment for my inner me
Positive energy to reassign some higher entity
All these nature's blessings scented memories
How can you love me? You don't remember me
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Turned your phone off, ignored my calls
Got so high
I feel like I
You felt like I'm selfish and bitter
I never
Without an agenda
Only care about myself and my niggas
I never brought you back as much as a picture
Less I want recognition
I never asked you what you wanted for dinner
I don't love you less I'm broke or I'm injured
You can't hide your intentions
There ain't nothing like a mom's intuition
I wonder if there was a sign and I missed it
If I went harder to listen
Would I have some suspicion?
But instead I'm caught off guard
I'm calling God for assistance
Need divine intervention
Yes I know I'm not the ideal Christian
I'm your son, here's my ID, my picture
I need you to prevent this
I repent, I'll hit my knees and surrender
How could I ever be so blind and so distant?
Towards the end it was different
Ain't step foot in the kitchen
Is it part of a mission?
Is it part of
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Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
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Found myself recently dreaming 'bout being a killer again
Broken and bleeding, cut open, I'm peeling my skin again
Devil been creeping, increasingly thinking 'bout ending it
All my immediate family really attempted it
I had to be there, you need me, no people, no witnesses
Maybe you're tracing my genes, you see the resemblance
So many pills in the sink I think even the fish are dead
How could you blame me? You made me, no reason I wish I'm dead
I'm just a product, my mama, my papa, my siblings
Raised up a dollar, but monthly trials of the internet
Saw the toddler of Florida retired by innocence
Papa retired and mama was tired as Michelin
Bring me the belt for the beating, my knees was trembling
Mama was swinging like Venus and Serena at Wimbledon
Little kids tweaking off sweet and farina with cinnamon
Now that I'm eating this sweet and farina with cinnamon
Do you believe in Jesus or need the sentiment?
God'll receive us, the preacher is merely a synonym
Nah I don't need it, I'm pleaded, I'm heathen, I'll sin again
Try to be equal and probably evil's a synonym
Nobody's healing relationships, need a revenant
Now when I see you I know in a dream or I'm dreaming
Now that I call you a
Pour the acid in
Pour the acid in
Getting cold, I don't know when I'll rise again
Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in
It's getting cold, I don't know when I'll rise again
Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in
It's getting cold, I don't know when I'll rise again
Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in
It's getting cold, I don't know when I'll rise again
Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in
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Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in
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