| I hide behind my madness
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| Outside, inside, I'm damaged
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| Suicide, it might get tragic
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| Maybe it’s a bad dream, maybe it's a bad dream
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| Every time I look at me
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| I try so hard but I can't seem
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| To find a shred of decency
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| But maybe it’s a good thing, it's a good thing
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| Addicted to my sadness
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| Just another of my bad, bad habits
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| This shit gets hard to manage
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| Manic-depressive, sociopathic
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| I attract mistakes like a magnet
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| Chase pussy like I'm playing in traffic
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| Till I crash it, end up in a casket
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| Maybe it's a good thing, is anybody listening? |
| (Yeah)
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| Double fisting, driving like I'm drifting, yeah
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| Drunk, spinning on a couch, bitch, I'm Rick James, yeah
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| Half demon, half saint, that's a split-screen
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| Glad to be insane, mad for existing
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| I'm giving up ’cause I don’t believe
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| I'm never gonna find a better part of me
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| I’m showing out, only what they see
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| I'm always running circles when I try to leave
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| This broken soul, but I can't let go
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| And I lose control when I'm on my own again
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| My childhood never lasted
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| My pain is everlasting
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| I’m flying, but I'm crashing
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| Maybe it's a bad dream, maybe it's a bad dream
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| When it's all in front of me
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| I make a mess of everything
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| I fuck it up in spite of me
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| Maybe it's a good thing, it's a good thing
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| There's a hell at the bottom of the well
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| Where I drown to myself and the drugs won't help
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| Swimming in my troubles but I'm not Michael Phelps
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| Ain't no medals for the double, ain't no winning so I dealt
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| Strapped to a Kamikaze plane, killing Nazis
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| Decking paparazzi, the cops can't stop me
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| Not even the government want problems with my posse
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| Sixteen shots, got 'em shook like Mobb Deep
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| Send a SWAT team, I'm too fly to swat me, yeah
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| Let the block beat, swinging like I'm Rocky, yeah
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| With my back against the wall, you couldn't box me
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| Live fast, get cash, car crash, die free
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| I'm giving up 'cause I don't believe
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| I'm never gonna find a better part of me
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| I'm showing out, only what they see
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| I'm always running circles when I try to leave
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| This broken soul, but I can't let go
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| And I lose control when I'm on my own again |