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sykodelic - wtf (what to feel) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
sometimes i think about grabbin’ a gun to shoot myself
then k!ll the bullies with the same bullet and steal their food to help
and when i hear some chuckling i just wanna murder children
all alone i contemplate you’ll still hear all the blood spillin’
i take these sykodelics ask me how i’m feelin’ now
heaven sent but demon raised at school the ask if he’s allowed
he asks me if i’m really josh well you could say i’m satan now
and every single question you ask is f-ckin’ redundant wow
searching for a f-ck to give like living on our judgement day
cuz life’s been turning lifeless when it goes from white to black to gray
f-ggot f-cking father wasn’t ever round for child’s play
unless i was alone my mom wasn’t home guess that’s child’s play
i could say anxiety has f-cked me like a prost-tute
schizophrenic f-ggot finding sanity to const-tute
i don’t give a f-ck if you don’t support the life i choose
wrap the rope around ya neck and keep your head inside a noose

[hook]
inches close to murder as i murmur how i’ll make you mine
i’m ready with the offering some cyanide enfused with wine
lost my f-cking mind and hope and faith in f-cking humankind
bury ya body in this beat, yeah this is suicide

[post hook]
somebody tell me what the f-ck to feel
somebody tell me what the f-ck to feel
n0body told me what the f-ck was real
somebody tell me what the f-ck to feel

[verse 2]
3 in the morning hope you can relate
the beast inside of me you couldn’t contain
don’t even have a soul neither a brain cuz you took it away and then put me to shame
i’m naming ya name when they say who to blame
cuz you were the reason i fell to insane
put my heart and my soul and my thoughts and my words in but nothin’ resulted from playing this game
won’t gain anything from this claim
you hated me i was a lame
ya b-tt is hurt when i had came
you a f-ggot while i was the flame
so f-ckboy u better run
you know that you is done
you hear the c-ck of the glock and then some
you wouldn’t know what the f-ck i’ve become
and you still couldn’t categorize me to nun
and you still hate me but you still just f-cking waiting
for the day that id be saving up the best but you just can’t be me
all you do is follow buzz but you deny you’re just a bee stops song “b as in b-tch”
you still think that copping bricks will help till they can find the key
i’m just lookin’ back like how’d i go from broke to having money
if you think that you could joke with me don’t think you’re acting funny
sorry sykodelic drink the bleach and end of story
now you’re running out of breath i guess you’re voice was getting boring

[post hook]
somebody tell me what the f-ck to feel
somebody tell me what the f-ck to feel
n0body told me what the f-ck was real
somebody tell me what the f-ck to feel

[outro dialogue:]
-gasps for air-
daniel: what the f-ck happened…?

- sykodelic

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