Lyrics
Once you hit and it quit it
You know when you get a brick and you shit it
When you think you ain't in it, but you're in it
Within it, standing in front of your image
Not able to hide it, that's not a smile its a grimace
Hold on to your hats we're biding time because the clock is ticking
Plagued like rats, were bonding fine but why's my cock keep twitching
Always stuck with the feeling to have, reasons to hate
Beat up and Bar-rate myself
Constantly looking to grieving, sign says "demon, don't feed it"
No choice but to sit up and to blame myself
Connecting to others by being able to speak fruitiously
Maybe surreptitious, but more likely to be surreptitiously
Not to be vicious but that's, my other half definitely
B don't be precious you know I still look deliciously
Check the Vestas, end it for once it's my decision see
Keeping secrets and being deceitful
Causes more problems, forcing my hand make me retreat full
Sitting in Fetus is where I feel peaceful
Don't parade my emotions but if I did do a stand
You'd need sumink as big as cathedral
Not the cheese, IBS, eye of a needle
You dumber than Dee or are you dumber than Tweedle?
No need to answer, dumber than both just a lot more schemeful
Bit of a prancer, lap the attention just like Jeremy Beadle
But that don't mean that your evil, it just means you cannot be honest
You can't blame other people for your actions, just tell the truth
Stop being aloof just say sorry and promise
Listen, I ain't gonna sit and beg for your heart
Just keep playing with mine and keep up the charade
I've been setting my trust in the wrong individual
Stealing my thoughts, keeping it physical
All the literal wisdom that I impart
You ignore still act like a tart and it's becoming critical
I could never be the one to apologise
For something that I feel responsible for
So why do I sit and apologise for doing no wrong
Thinking and seething with illogical thoughts
Not all my thoughts are illogical ones
Most are logical though just harder to flow
Shot down in a minute, getting harder to grow
I even admit I used to act like she was something I own
But sat on my lap, being hipper than hip
Couple of blips and it's starting to show
Freudian slip. why I started to know
I know, I know but you think I don't
But people stop me shout me, just don't doubt me
'Cause no matter the justification my mind isn't cloudy
Doesn't matter about this situation or the interpretation of PTSD
Constantly looking over my shoulder, examine your general location
My head is the source of creation
But why are you, deleting messages see
Secret communication, me thinking I own her
But seems I'm becoming a boulder, pulling her down
Giving out the invitation for others to bone her
That's the reason I'm writing this song
To show I have feelings as well as the next
I've felt for a long time that something was wrong
Held on for a long time trying and holding my breathe
I know I've got a temper and uncontrollable anger
But I'm supposed to be your helper, your emotional anchor
It's the behaviour I'm talking about, I can't stop it
But it's your controllable factor
Despicable and to me, inexplicable
But I have to deal with it, in a social manner
Writer(s): Essibee, Hamza Hassan, Stephen Brewitt
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