Layed Up - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Laid up in my bed and I don't feel right)

(Taylor Morgan)

(Don't feel right)

(You're gonna be sorry, witch boy)

(Don't feel right)

(Laid up in my bed and I don't feel right)

(Don't feel right)

(Yeah, and I don't feel right)

Laid up in my bed and I don't feel right, you might

Think that I'm okay, been this way all night, just try

All we care about is shit that's not real, lost feelings

And now I spend my days pill poppin', stop me

I can't stop doin' it, I can't stop you either

All these drugs up in my blood, I feel like I'm losin' it

Now I'm just pukin' it, this pain is permanent

They said I would never get better, am I provin' it?

And I close my eyes and wonder

If I died, right now, here in my slumber, would they even care?

In a couple years, when you hear my name, can you feel all of my fears?

Poppin' pills don't help shit, tell me why I keep 'em tucked

And if none of this is real, then why do I still give a fuck?

All these numbers on your screen that could be gone with just one touch

No, this doesn't mean a thing, besides that I'm not givin' up

Laid up in my bed and I don't feel right, you might

Think that I'm okay, been this way all night, just try

All we care about is shit that's not real, lost feelings

And now I spend my days pill poppin', stop me

Laid up in my bed and I don't feel right

Think that I'm okay, been this way all night

All I care about is shit that's not real

Left me broken down with all these damn pills