Napallen - Treetment Lyrics

Yeah I'm dancin in the deep end
Talkin boutta treetment
Yeah what I do he can't
Think you tough as me hell nah
All these pills gonna tell me where I went wrong
Why the f*ck they ina gag off
If it ain't me that pussy locked
Jumped a crosser Brian Dawkins
I ain't f*ck with birds but they flocking
That ain't Chris but he walkin
He ain't bout shit yeah he balkin
Think I like think I like
Think I like to like yea I like to like me more
She just really want Christian
She don't give a f*ck about Dior
I think about these pills that I'm pissin like what the f*ck I do this for
Lock that door
Check my pulse make sure
She might be the cure
To depression
Gotta knife damn where the f*ck the kitchen
Talk about me talk about my illness
Wrappin up my wrists like Christmas
Sometimes I don't really feel like me
I just want somebody to really feel me
But I don't even feel me
Tell me how the f*ck that feeling
Yeah I'm dancin in the deep end
Talkin about this treetment
What I do he can't
Wilson to the Steelers
They ain't build it I'm a builder
I can't lie I'm bitter how I wake up alive I'm livid
Yeah they broke heh
I was dead broke heh
Yeah they broke heh
Yeah they broke heh
Shit would be a lie to say I don't wanna geek
She ain't in the grave but got no teeth even she would admit it she's a junkie
They be sayin what's good
Hit the gas jus to feel some
I'm off these drugs I don't feel none
Baby why you always testin my limits
I just wanna feel love why you think I'm so timid
Why she filming it
I trust off the rip
Yeah that grip on life I'm losing it
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