Текст песни
Stained with the pain
I've been playing this game
Okay, enough's enough
Bitch, I'm done with the fuck shit I lust
The position that fulfills desire and desire
Bitch, I'm back from the dead
Bitch, I'm back from depression with Xanax
Though you can't stand it, I stand with an ample amount of surefire ways to get revenge
Bitch, we're not gonna be friends
This is the end
Yah, I hate them all
I hate them all
Fade to black, afraid of death
I lay a mess in a lake of stress laced with anxiety
Set fire to the dire things
Don't be tryin' things, motherfuckers always tryin' things
Little guy, but thoughts bigger than a school shooting in Columbine
They ask me what's wrong and I say that I'm fine
God damn, what a lie that I try to take pride in
Despise you fools, but really I'm foolin' life then
I'm like them, excitement entices the nights when my eyelids hold tight with impatience
Light keeps me waiting
I write 'till it's late and I'm no longer awake then
Take them through my fucking dark mind
With a spaceship packed full of fucking rhymes
That I through the universe in every line
Submerge in limelight 'till the day that I get signed, ay
I'm not okay, I'm not okay
I'm not okay, I'm not okay
I'm not okay, I'm not okay
I'm not okay, I'm not okay
(ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
(ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Grab you by your arm
And yeah no, I'm on
God damn, I can't take the stress
Stated my ways, addressed
Phased by the days, I rest
Faded, my day's a mess
Inflated egos, let's get to the reason this evil exists within
Lethal, it gets to them
See now, I'm getting them riled up and setting them up for destruction
I'm not to be fucked with
Signs of the trouble with thoughts I can't function
Honestly, I can't take loneliness
Own this shit
Validation, you could hone with me
Only this, owning to issues
I'm stoned as shit
Fucked a bitch, loved a bitch
Now, I can't hug a bitch, no
Stuck in dispositions, spit and listen
Such vision with this
Witness the clues to perceptions
Possessions of knowledge
I spent all of time in a web of dishonesty
Honestly, tell Jackie stop hiding things
On the phone with a hoe, she denying things
Dying to find me
In fact, she can't find me
I'm somewhere beyond this
In a space, not a climate
I kinda just climbed up inside my own head
Inclined to pop pills they prescribe 'till the day that I'm dead
Escape from the dread
In a state, not blue or red
I guess I'll give this no regret
I'm not okay, I'm not okay
I'm not okay, I'm not okay
I'm not okay, I'm not okay
I'm not okay, I'm not okay
(ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
(ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
(ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)