i think i got a problem - gazecloud lyrics
[intro: sunnymingo]
(debated for a minute before i started up)
(the way i slide around is like a hockey puck)
(no one led a hand when i was in the mud)
(i got elevated by some psychedelic drugs)
[verse 1: gazecloud]
true religion on my f*ckin’ jeans, think i’m nothing but a fein
i will die off this bean, coma off this lean
i’m gonna die young, gonna f*ckin’ die young
i’m so f*cked up
i don’t wanna kick the cup
i’m so out of luck
like, what the f*ck?
spend a thousand bucks
but i feel so stuck
feel so stuck, feel so stuck, i feel so stuck
[chorus: gazecloud]
percs, throw ’em all up, throw ’em all up
think i got a problem, huge f*ckin’ problem
depressed, i keep falling, keep f*ckin’ falling
yeah, i’m so sorry, so f*ckin’ sorry
[verse 2: hex maniac]
your girl don’t look like barbie but her body all fake
got my guard up with my trio we just splashing in the lake
my draco got that century that’s why i call it jake
two blades on my wrist, blood and acid what we take
jet got me lagged i’ma do another line
keep a filter in my mouth, it’s the cig or the nine
she invite me to love red room and two pines
two blades to the wrist ones just keeping time
kuromi and spiders from those melo pink pills
your b*tch like a whale suck me up like it’s krill
melty blood muddy cup only one gonna spill
two blades to the wrist like i got time to k!ll
ketamine s*x looks like vhs p*rn
didn’t facetime for you put your mom on the h*rn
we at ala moana finna hit up dior
two blades on my wrist now they got my arms sore
[verse 3: kysmyt]
i know, i know, i know, i know
i know you’re sorry baby, but you cannot talk to me no more
i know, i know, i know, i know
slugs bust his head open like melons or like rugby or some sport
got your b*tch she said she love me that she coming back for more
and i got codeine in my tummy b*tch it keeps me f*ckin warm
and i don’t want your b*tch cause that b*tch easy she a f*ckin wh0re
and i got forgis on my whip you know that b*tch b*tch’ll be in sport
i’m a track star* run that bag up really f*ckin fast
throw that ass back* ima f*ckin catch it like the mets
f*ck baseball, i like basketball nothin but net
those bars were sh*t but they weren’t nearly bad as my f*ckin ex
[chorus: gazecloud]
percs, throw ’em all up, throw ’em all up
think i got a problem, huge f*ckin’ problem
depressed, i keep falling, keep f*ckin’ falling
yeah, i’m so sorry, so f*ckin’ sorry
percs, throw ’em all up, throw ’em all up
think i got a problem, huge f*ckin’ problem
depressed, i keep falling, keep f*ckin’ falling
yeah, i’m so sorry, so f*ckin’ sorry
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