CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The snow on the ground
my problems
my problems
my problems
NO ONE f**kIN UNDERSTANDS ME!
GAZING AT THE MOON JUST TA FEEL
RELIEF ESCAPE f**kIN GREIF
FLOWING WITH BARS FREESTYLING?
no one can hear me once I'm outta this
location everyones going to see how
I f**kin handle f**kin living
legit Bone thugs type flow put em in da
dirt tho everyone getting on my f**kin
nerves I easly get disturb I know all this aint my worth negative as
f**k finna snatch they purse I'm f**kin
f**ked up everything getting worse i
speak in tongues and duck my hearse
yeah me and others get introvert I feel no
pain but can't convert im f**kin burnt
everything on this Earth I can't do sh*t
right I'm going berserk to much in my
f**kin brain to make things work
this ain't f**kin music im ready to f**kin
lose it I only attract negative people I never considered the happy equal peep a sequel now us angry f**kers are
peaceful the eye contact f**kin drives
towards a suicide path i get it were all
dead in fact I can't react the eyes intact
peep this further keep killing me homie
my substance abuse is what I lack
but it helps like we're is everyone at?
echos
"f**k this stress"
"f**k this stress"
"f**k this stress"
"f**k this stress"
my problems
my problems
NO ONE f**kIN UNDERSTANDS ME!
GAZING AT THE MOON JUST TA FEEL
RELIEF ESCAPE f**kIN GREIF
FLOWING WITH BARS FREESTYLING?
no one can hear me once I'm outta this
location everyones going to see how
I f**kin handle f**kin living
legit Bone thugs type flow put em in da
dirt tho everyone getting on my f**kin
nerves I easly get disturb I know all this aint my worth negative as
f**k finna snatch they purse I'm f**kin
f**ked up everything getting worse i
speak in tongues and duck my hearse
yeah me and others get introvert I feel no
pain but can't convert im f**kin burnt
everything on this Earth I can't do sh*t
right I'm going berserk to much in my
f**kin brain to make things work
this ain't f**kin music im ready to f**kin
lose it I only attract negative people I never considered the happy equal peep a sequel now us angry f**kers are
peaceful the eye contact f**kin drives
towards a suicide path i get it were all
dead in fact I can't react the eyes intact
peep this further keep killing me homie
my substance abuse is what I lack
but it helps like we're is everyone at?
echos
"f**k this stress"
"f**k this stress"
"f**k this stress"
"f**k this stress"
