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I am a mess, Iīve made a huge mess
I canīt control myself
I kill the rhyme again, Iīm coming sick and on time again
Words manifest from deep inside where people hide within itīs chemical
Unbalanced on the triple beam, what?
F*ck what you heard, itīs about what I seen, I seen it happen
Back hand brand to face smackin
Definite disorder now his mindset is blackened
The doctors say he got the brain of a murderer
This rugged style steals your brain like a burglar
My heart is bleeding, and this pain it will not pass
Itīs not receding, and my bodyīs going numb
A bad trip child, rolling stoned, keeping high
He donīt know what heīs doing, he just keeps getting by
Thrown away, I want to be thrown away
Heīs born sick, nothing in his hands but his dick
He couldnīt handle pressure, he couldnīt handle shit
For the life he was leading led him down the wrong path
Where guns blast, donīt give a shit about the Gods wrath
Donīt want to talk to the counselor, doctor
To tell em whatīs real, to tell em whatīs proper
The situationīs unclear like gray, and I know it gets worse everyday
My heart is bleeding, and this pain it will not pass
Itīs not receding, and my bodyīs going numb
A bad trip child, rolling stoned, keeping high
He donīt know what heīs doing, he just keeps getting by away
Thrown away, I want to be thrown away
I am a mess, Iīve made a huge mess
I canīt control myself
Iīm losing it, Iīve lost it, Iīve spilt all my marbles
AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!
Cause I see you inside of me
Sometimes I want to be thrown away
Cause I see you inside of me
Sometimes I want to be thrown away
A hyper spaz, and that is me
Sometimes I want to be thrown away
Voices in my head... (x4)
Donīt tell me to do it cause I will (NOOO!!!!) (x2)
Tight like anus Dave... just a bagagabaga |
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Por Papa Roach
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