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Maybe you gotta adapt
I can’t even try to explain to you how you make me feel in my head
The world want us all dead
Baby, you should try to care a little 'fore we both come to our end
But she couldn’t hear what I said

Overwork, the skin on my fingers falling off
Muscles j*rk, I could feel my body turning off
Break neck speed, I was in a rocket doing 160
Sound waves clap when I break those g’s
10 racks down for the fit on me
I bought 'em like this, I ain't rip my jeans
But she just want them off, oh
So, I might take them off, yeah

Why would I worry if I would offend?
People gеt mad when they don’t understand
Oh, shе forgot so I tell her again
I don’t got enough room for no more new friends
My body is dying whenever I live
So, why would I waste it on obsolete sh*t?
Please do not talk 'bout the party I missed
I would’ve come if I was interested, oh
But I wasn’t, uh
Don’t include me in discussion about it
I'm in the studio, like I was grounded
Slipped out my zone, I thank god I had found it again
'Cause I never thought I would find it again
People don’t care 'bout the state that you're in
People just look at the places you been
But you won’t believe when I say where I went
But it's great to be here
I throw up my guts and I look in the mirror
Wiping my tears
I pick the debris from my hair and inside my ears, yeah
Sunlight
Pour through my drapes onto my bed
Remind me of heaven, I thought I was dead
Red lights bleed from my room, catching the winds of the night
The signals that she send gon' take my life, yeah

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