YesI'm depressed
So I'm writing in hell
I can't beat the less
If my mind is in jail and
Can't cope with the stress
Cuz I fail when I'm blessed
I'm a piece of shit
Nick name the IRS
If I didn't have to guess
I feeling kinda fresh
Vans on my back
Brother I digress
Raising middle fingers
Like flowers in the spring
How you ain't little
If I ain't even feel a sting
5 hours later
Just had a visit with my shrink
He says I don't blink
And my minds down the sink
As I take a drink you know what I think
Kids like me they almost extinct
The others too busy while
Forgetting a they're plan
I see what's in my hands
I plan to sell out stands
Plan to blow up amps
You mad cuz you can't
Mad cuz the hype ran
So you blowing some grams
Blowing ya hope
You smoke so u can cope
I'm kinda start tho
So I'm smoking my quotes
Parent I been failing em
Cuz I'm a teenage alien
But I'm good at being me
So I ain't complaining
Please don't get me wrong
I love my dad and Mom
They just piss me off sometimes
I'm 17
What do you expect from me
If you ain't sitting next to me
I breath rap music
Dead Breed death of me
I exhale hurricanes
It's over for these f*ckin lames
But like it's insane
How boring some of these kids can be
While I'm chilling with the artists
Pens be our infantry
Ya better start running
If I find what ya act is
Stay in class bitch
Cuz my lyrics kill quick kid
Make you all shit bricks
Like you took some laxatives
I'm busy making threats
Cuz I got acid on my axis
Free CHRISTIIAN
Aka
The vans gargantuan
Dead Breed - Therapy Lyrics
Dead Breed - Therapy Lyrics
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YesI'm depressed
So I'm writing in hell
I can't beat the less
If my mind is in jail and
Can't cope with the stress
Cuz I fail when I'm blessed
I'm a piece of shit
Nick name the IRS
If I didn't have to guess
I feeling kinda fresh
Vans on my back
Brother I digress
Raising middle fingers
Like flowers in the spring
How you ain't little
If I ain't even feel a sting
5 hours later
Just had a visit with my shrink
He says I don't blink
And my minds down the sink
As I take a drink you know what I think
Kids like me they almost extinct
The others too busy while
Forgetting a they're plan
I see what's in my hands
I plan to sell out stands
Plan to blow up amps
You mad cuz you can't
Mad cuz the hype ran
So you blowing some grams
Blowing ya hope
You smoke so u can cope
I'm kinda start tho
So I'm smoking my quotes
Parent I been failing em
Cuz I'm a teenage alien
But I'm good at being me
So I ain't complaining
Please don't get me wrong
I love my dad and Mom
They just piss me off sometimes
I'm 17
What do you expect from me
If you ain't sitting next to me
I breath rap music
Dead Breed death of me
I exhale hurricanes
It's over for these f*ckin lames
But like it's insane
How boring some of these kids can be
While I'm chilling with the artists
Pens be our infantry
Ya better start running
If I find what ya act is
Stay in class bitch
Cuz my lyrics kill quick kid
Make you all shit bricks
Like you took some laxatives
I'm busy making threats
Cuz I got acid on my axis
Free CHRISTIIAN
Aka
The vans gargantuan
So I'm writing in hell
I can't beat the less
If my mind is in jail and
Can't cope with the stress
Cuz I fail when I'm blessed
I'm a piece of shit
Nick name the IRS
If I didn't have to guess
I feeling kinda fresh
Vans on my back
Brother I digress
Raising middle fingers
Like flowers in the spring
How you ain't little
If I ain't even feel a sting
5 hours later
Just had a visit with my shrink
He says I don't blink
And my minds down the sink
As I take a drink you know what I think
Kids like me they almost extinct
The others too busy while
Forgetting a they're plan
I see what's in my hands
I plan to sell out stands
Plan to blow up amps
You mad cuz you can't
Mad cuz the hype ran
So you blowing some grams
Blowing ya hope
You smoke so u can cope
I'm kinda start tho
So I'm smoking my quotes
Parent I been failing em
Cuz I'm a teenage alien
But I'm good at being me
So I ain't complaining
Please don't get me wrong
I love my dad and Mom
They just piss me off sometimes
I'm 17
What do you expect from me
If you ain't sitting next to me
I breath rap music
Dead Breed death of me
I exhale hurricanes
It's over for these f*ckin lames
But like it's insane
How boring some of these kids can be
While I'm chilling with the artists
Pens be our infantry
Ya better start running
If I find what ya act is
Stay in class bitch
Cuz my lyrics kill quick kid
Make you all shit bricks
Like you took some laxatives
I'm busy making threats
Cuz I got acid on my axis
Free CHRISTIIAN
Aka
The vans gargantuan
Writer: Christiian Leach, Kristophier Leach
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid