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i'm bleeding - feziboy lyrics

[intro]
why the f-ck do i feel so dead?
i’m stuck in this field in my head
i’m not depressed, entirely
i guess i’m lost in there, inside of me

[verse]
i fetch truth, yes, but let’s -ssume death is the truth
every time you shoot for success there’s a wound suppressed
i bet 22 percent of humans choose to be safe and simply shoot less
like a game where there’s only 1 play that you get
plus, it ain’t yet game over, so you then-
spend your time wondering how far abuse gets
maybe get a new chest and protect it with a bulletproof vest
but who says you can’t test your roots
and shoot through your two br–sts?
bring 2 friends to take turns like “who’s next?”
we all have brains but ain’t it so true
loads of youth, in the heads, are too dead
especially now that we get told we ain’t gonna make
a break through to where we want to get
set the bar high to reach far right up to the high skies
so when they truly respect you, when the f-ck do you get to rest?
after you’ve expressed how much sh-t that you perfect
try to make your bars rhyme so hard you could pummel
even the times that you miss lines
i risk writing bits that kids miss, like it’s sh-te
seems i think like i’m the best guy, the king of rhymes
yeah, give me a biscuit, it appears i’m trying-
to question why climb if all i get is another dying hype?
i suppose most of us are living a sh-t life
everything decays, yeah, ain’t that adorable?
the hype survives when i try to buy lies kinda like the apple of einstein
wait, f-ck! wrong science guy
for any fruit that drops at all
taste the best juice, right when the orange falls
i rap all day practising whenever possible
locking all my flaws n call myself an oracle
and cross out all the ch-r-s crossable
sometimes i don’t jot my thoughts
they buy thots just to get ideas for the chorus, shall-
we stop applauding the sh-t i call horrible
i const’ly hear those mumble songs the kids like to perform at school
and sh-t grime i’m so bored o’ y’all
look rich as if you bought a mall
instead of causing big crimes for all the jewels
i produce myself and record it all with a mic that is affordable
huh, now ain’t that just proper cool?
“innit fam”, wanna take the mick again?
mock a “midget” friend? or “that kid with tourettes”?
how ’bout the big n fat kid or the one you bring in chats
saying that he’s a pan, huh
well, here’s the plan: bring it back and we don’t think to slap
here we stand as if we’re linking hands
lyrics lack? no, your thinking is just bad
we sink in sand, ink on my pad, yeah

[chorus]
why the f-ck do i feel so dead?
i’m stuck in this field in my head
i’m not depressed, entirely
i guess i’m lost in there, inside of me
and i don’t take no pills or any meds
i don’t fake my feels, i’m just fed with dread
i’m not depressed, though i cry to me
i’d like to believe so, but i find me bleeding, yeah

[chorus]
why the f-ck do i feel so dead? (i feel so dead)
i’m stuck in this field in my head (stuck in this field in my head)
i’m not depressed (not depressed), entirely (entirely)
i guess i’m lost in there, inside of me (inside of me)
and i don’t take no pills or any meds (or any meds)
i don’t fake my feels (no i don’t), i’m just fed with dread (fed with dread)
i’m not depressed (i don’t think i am), though i cry to me (cry to me)
i’d like to believe so, but i find me bleeding, yeah

- feziboy lyrics

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