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confession - illusion hills lyrics

[verse 1: mj]
maybe it’s all over
maybe all my friends leave
maybe i don’t stay sober
maybe i just stay empty
i told sai to beat me up if he ever catch me on ketamine
leg shakin’ body achin’
i just can’t feel anything
need jesus for salvation, only he knows what i’ve done
there’s seven deadly sins and i’ve committed every one
wondering, maybe we never make it; what if it’s all for nothing
everyone got a boy band, “you think you different or something?”
maybe we’re onto better things, maybe we live out normal lives
i still have trouble contemplating working a 9*to*5
but what if that’s my future, maybe i can’t change it
do i get used to losing? does god want me to be famous?
too scared to be complacent, get anxious when i’m online
never let them know your next move, but i don’t even know mine
maybe i just lose it all, maybe this is where it ends
fetal position when i’m by myself cause i can’t really feel –

[chorus: kyle]
staying far back can they hear me now
looking like sheep do i fit the crowd
lungs looking dark am i breathing loud
don’t know what happened i’m breathing clouds
i’ve been feeling like i’m clogged in
getting stuck when i’m dreaming
feeling like the victim
do i fit in this system
[verse 2: sai]
i was only 18, working 30 hour weeks
n*ggas tryna stack sum bread, 20 cents for some wheat
i was tryna find a way, y’all found a way to some lean
n*ggas wanna see me dead, i was really tryna eat
i was tryna be her man, and she left, so i manned up
first rule, don’t ever trust a bop with yo bands up
ain’t no second chances, you can wish it up to santa
young n*gga with the braids, and i’m tryna find the answer
first of all, i been that n*gga stop all that nonsense
i’m holding it down for my city, they look to me when it comes to options
with the thought of me not making in my soul corrupts my conscience
but that pressure turns to diamonds we in cayman so let’s rock then

[instrumental change]

[verse 3: mj]
so much acne studios, i need a dermatologist
boy, they can’t see the vision, let me be your ophthalmologist
at olive garden, they ask “how much bread?” and i say, “all of it”
the way we cutting up ya song, you’re gonna need a trauma kit

[verse 4: salad]
i don’t like when they speak on things they know nothing about
out*of*towners asking where my cash is, all stuffed in my blouse
get the – out my house
if it’s on your dime and you ain’t making sense what are you talking about
because lately i’ve been stressed i don’t eat much
if you feeling pressed, buddy think it’s time to ease up
i’ve been bleeding out in my dreams and i feel stuck
i can handle this by myself i don’t need nun
look inside the mirror i don’t know them anymore
and my vision never clear, but my car still hit the floor
someone’s knocking on my door
and my momma keep on calling i can’t help but to ignore
but this honda that i’m driving bout to turn me to a corpse
[chorus: kyle]
staying far back can they hear me now
looking like sheep do i fit the crowd
lungs looking dark am i breathing loud
don’t know what happened i’m breathing clouds
i’ve been feeling like i’m clogged in
getting stuck when i’m dreaming
feeling like the victim
do i fit in this system

- illusion hills lyrics

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