Crowd Control
de Pouya
I wasted my youth in my bedroom alone
Scared to live, am I ready to die? Relieve me of my phone
World is sinking deeper, never been so eager to meet my maker
Bitch, throw me away
Bitch, I'm hollow
Neck-deep in a bottle
Yeah, people struggle, do anything for a dollar
1992 Chevy Impala swingin' through the block
Yeah, got a bag of blues tucked in my socks
Yeah
Florida boy came out of the mud
I am the hurricane, I am the flood
To wash away everything that you might love
Where is the bud? Put that smokе in my lungs
I'm numb
Needle in my vein take thе pain away
Fade away, feeling like Kobe at game day
I am the roaches that hide in your walls
I am the Boogeyman under the bed
When I creep and I crawl with that heater
I am the silhouette of the crypt keeper
Glock hot like it has a fever
Baby Bone, bitch, I don't give a fuck about you either
Cancel cultures vultures on my dick
Another day, another feminist
Telling me I'm a scumbag
Worthless cum rag
Fuck boy just a disturbance
When will I wake up and feel like I'm enough?
I'm soul-searching, dick-deep in a bourbon
Open up the curtains, can you see past the surface?
I'm lookin' around, and I can see the world hurting
Yeah, when will I wake up and feel like I'm not mush?
I can smell my brain rot through the kush
Took a tab of acid, turned into an octopus
Middle finger to the media like '04 George Bush
Cum rag, cum rag
Cum rag, cum rag
Cum rag, cum rag
Cum rag
Face to face with the reaper
I'm wide awake, I taste the pain
Blood rushing through my veins
Panic episodes unfold, so many stories untold
You never know who got it out for you, this world is so cold
Your worth is only measured on success
Fame, drugs, and sex, intellect is irrelevant
Getting high off the medicine the government endorsed
Riding on the back of high horses
Going off course, of course, I'm forced to show my hand
That bleeds, just plant the seed inside of me
I know so many kids in need
I hope to be the voice for those who lack the company
Set me free, let me be who I am
I’m sick of feeling like nobody understands
Undermine my mind, now my ego is dead
Separate my soul from my body and head
Yeah
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