I'm thinking

No figure

No time

No golden middle

Only standing in line for the shit I was given

Oh man I'm little

I'm thinking

About higher power

Don't believe in god

Yet I'm still praying in later hour

No sweet or sour

Don't need no throne

But can't stand to be the bower

It's like spending a weekend in a hour

I'm thinking about my mom

We haven't seen in two years

Can't even call it a bond

It ain't a disease it's a fucking weakness you're wrong

And she don't even know the shit what I'm on

I'm thinking about my mental health

Sleeping pills never judge me like the sleeping would help

Chronic depression self esteem only will melt

You don't know me got no ace of belts only smell

I'm thinking that I'm aiming to keep the shit what I promised

But I'm facing it deep, purple faces, tripping, vomit

And I'm lacing the heat with emotions and hours so please keep em coming

I'm faded tripping on me

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