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shadows - dizzy del lyrics

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i’ve been thinkin bout some things from the past
don’t know what anxiety is but how long does it last
i done scratched the last of my ash off this rash
i’m one eye lash away before my wrist get the slash

i’m on the cusp bout to bust overthinking on stupid stuff
no l-st in my blood just love i need that human touch
my trust is ruined think i’m screwin call my bluff
just had a reunion with a gun that flashed the sun

i’m self medicating going crazy i got murder premeditating
another failing momma’s baby raiding your neighborhood mercedes
stealing whatever i get my hands on lately
trichotillomania it’s f-ckin frustrating

we talkin life!
my vertebrae serrated like a knife
so if you stab me in the back i’ll stick ya twice
precise when i sacrifice your head should suffice
if you wanna roll the dice i’m drivin my bettin price up to new heights

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we all face demons that’s why i make friends with my shadow
we keep walking in herds though the walls are getting narrow

we all face demons that’s why i make friends with my shadow
we keep walking in herds though the walls are getting narrow

i’ve been thinkin bout some things from the past
don’t know what anxiety is but how long does it last
i done scratched the last of my ash off this rash
i’m one eye lash away before my wrist get the slash

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maybe if os/wald got the same lawyers as simpson
he’d be ridin freely sippin green tea serotonin
i always got the juice! but for now i’m locked in motion
i’ma cynic in my division quality the quotient

boastin an over average savage status i had dis ground broken
but there’s something bout a b-tch i been knowin
i’ma hit the lead to his head then i’m coastin
eagle spread off a ledge quant-ty in potion

i got what you need!
destroy enemy jeeps, i’ma reap
if you in the trenches mortars reachin deep
breech every leech this is world war three
got the opposing teams hangin from a tree

lately i’m on edge, bitin my fingers tips to the bed now i’ve bled
my mental state is stuffed with waste i wish i could be dead
but instead i’m decaying in my own flesh
no texts getting read then what’s next you can’t digest

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- dizzy del lyrics

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