Correction Paroles Psychosis par Wombat

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Paroles

Yeah, yeah, yeah
What the f*ck should I do, get high as hell?
Shit I might as well lie and dwell, thinking about my life
I'm alive and well but time will tell
Still admit I'm frigging gritty runt
Spinning a mix with ciggy butts as I listen Billy Butts
I was a kid in a trip, I stuck to a different bunch
Yeah, we were just a bunch of little cunts
Stealing stuff, pinching stuff, nicking stuff, sniffing drugs
Just a bit of fun and your bitch ain't thinking we give a f*ck
Rising at noon lighting the buegs, say goodnight to the moon
Living life in recluse, hiding from view, I'm confined to this room
I'll just stay inside of the booth writing rhymes to the tune
Digging in the mic or I'll stick a knife in the wound
I've got this slightly confused like I lie with the truth
Yeah, now I'm highly amused
All the drugs are frying my mind, never mind I'm a goose
Always find an excuse, likely to die, someone tie me a noose

Yeah, 'cause I'm buggered but think you must've noticed
On the hunt to get a rush before the dusk approaches
Blunts and roaches, smoking up to start my focus
I've f*cking noticed I got stuck inside a drug psychosis
Yeah, I'm stuck inside a drug psychosis
Yeah, I'm stuck inside a drug psychosis
Yeah, I'm stuck inside a drug psychosis
I've f*cking noticed I got stuck inside a drug psychosis

So I was either paranoid or petrified
I haven't slept for nights, shit gets hectic, I'm f'ing terrified
I get depressed at the best of times, these were desperate times
Staying awake with a knife as some extra protection
I, even got stressed by some friends of mine
Thinking they're demons of some description, they were scheming to end my life
And I dream of it every night so it seems like I'm meant to die
Like infecting a pest with pesticide, they won't let us fly
Yo my mind isn't right so my diagnosis is
I put the psycho in psychosis and rhyme dope shit
Sick of these flow biters, soul make em cipher their ghost-writers
Go violet, beheading all of the co-signs
I'm, dribbling gibberish, tripping over conspiracies
People are disappearing but we just think its a mystery
I just a ciggy G, maybe a spliif, maybe a hit of weed
Maybe a drink, taking a swig indeed
Shit I've been a fiend, that's probably why I'm so fried in the mind
But don't try to intervene, what, did you think I'm clean?
The heck did you frickin' mean? Never would skip a beat
They said that its in my genes, I reckon its in my dreams
Sit at the window, [?]
I thought I saw a demon, believe me Lord, I know they can read my thoughts
I'm just keeping it raw, what I've seen ignores it
Or they're either a part of the secret or they're just sleeping and snoring
Just heed my warning, yeah believe it, we'll need to be cautious
They're like "Wombat, why the f*ck would you even record this
You lost the plot, this isn't right, it gets deeper than all this
It's a freaky disorder, your dreams are distorted, be peacefully ignored"
"Why the f*ck are you rapping still? Go on, pop a couple of happy pills
Go outside and then smell the daffodils
You feeling down, what's the matter, you're feeling haggard still?
All the angels you're seeing, you thought that that was real?
It's an illusion, you're delusional, yeah how does that feel?"
"He's staying silent
We got a Code 3, he ain't complying
Give him another dosage"

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