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letra de i can’think - chaotick

[intro]
bop
bah-dah-bah-dah, bop, bop
bah-dah-bah-dah, bop
bah-dah-bah-dah, bop, bop

[verse 1]
(i can’t think)
since about august of ‘20, i was bakin’ up with my buddies
(-inhale-)
then poof! there goes my study habits
(poof!)
erasing my roots cuz of who?
me, it’s the truth and i see i’m doomed cuz i root for the team of
(addicts)
right now all i see is molecules of bigger things
can’t see clear but the fine print is in my way
(what the f-ck you sayin’?)
addiction’s a monopoly, monocle on me’s wrapping the chain
that there’s bouta be the last thing that’ll make my voice change
(ahem)
homie, i ain’t saying i’m g-y, but
(what?)
oy vey, better let our boys hang out
(ew)
every motherf-cker know me as the boy that’s enraged
by the same things that i do in my day-to-day
i do think no imitation worth while
(worth while)
only need the people pushing bars like a turnstile
(turnstile)
i think what you need to do with your speaker is turn the dial up
(why?)
it’s already loud enough
(i can’t think)
walk-a, walkin’ round, like round, like i’m a million bucks
can’t think, i can think
f-ck is the difference, huh?
(i don’t know)
see, i see eye-to-eye, though, i am not surprised if i flunk
because breathing, speaking, thinking don’t work
i let these demons
(f-ck me)
this news is soul crushing
i ain’t fruit, my juice is just gushing
on thin ice, but i just want a slushee
been disciplined before, lately i’m just lucky
b-tch, i seen enough to know
i need a needle lethally injecting
(ow!)
good thing i’m chronically chronic smoking
(woo!)
and obsessing over these little things that i know will not impress me
my flattery’s badder than a fat person on a jet ski
(-splash sound effect-)
and why do you seem uncomfy now?
(oh)
don’t lie to me, please, you f-cking clown
this ain’t a circus, but, sir, kiss my ass
it’s urgent, can’t live without!
(haha!)
[pre-chorus]
all the people beating on my last tape
oy vey, better let my boys hang
every motherf-cker know me as the boy
who don’t say a thing since freshman year
cuz

[chorus]
(i can’t think)
if y’all really want the truth, man
listen up, listen up to this music
(i can’t think, can’t think)
and when the boof hits, i got plans to be ruthless
(but i can’t think)
7th and 8th grade year was amazing
freshman year just didn’t end great
now everybody left in this school
wanna talk, better talk, better talk
but i
(can’t think)

[bridge]
therapist: you see, ladies and gentlemen, tad still has yet to wake up. he—
(can’t think)
therapist: that’s right! i don’t know what’s wrong with him…no one does! he won’t tell us! that…or …he, himself, doesn’t even know
[verse 2]
(i can’t think)
since about october of ‘20, i been dipping down in my luck
but going sober is funny, cuz think about actually being happy without this green
(okay)
organically, it’s got me to live in a fake dream
(d-mn)
to keep it an ounce, my dealer gave me 30 g’s
but what freaked me out is that he gave it for free
and then he sent me on my way, said he wouldn’t deal to me anymore
(it’s not happening!)
i finished it by the 31st
i’m wanting more
(-inhale-)
apparently, i did my friends dirty, they hit the door
(aghhhhh!)
too egotistical talking, “my music’s more important”
real sh-t, i still think that it is
(cuz it is)
boy, stay out, i f-cking
(can’t think, can’t think)
real sh-t, i just want a real b-tch that’ll let me in her groin zone
(oomph, i can’t think)
“deal with it, man, this whole ordeal getting together, you better speak up for yourself”
(but i can’t think)
what the f-ck is f-cking happening? what am i saying?
(what the f-ck?)
where the f-ck is my bed? and what the f-ck am i laying?
(what the f-ck?)
is it satan or maybe death?
(yeah)
maybe i forgot my meds?
(yeah)
maybe i needa go to bed?
(yeah)
bet, better yet
(oh, man)
i don’t fret when you playing
i gotta get out this dream, dream, dream, dream
cuz i will it slaughter
my self-esteem
(slaughter my self-esteem)
f-ck it, deflate my ego, please
(bah-dah-bah-dah-bah-bah)
my heads a balloon, yet i’m still sinking
(bah-dah-bah-dah-m-pop)
depressed and distressed, a li’l s-x-obsessed
(ay)
though, i can’t get it yet, so it’s best in text
(ay)
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
(ay)
those nudes h-lla illegal, but i just saw br–sts
(awwww)
it’s all cool, cuz i’m underage too
why the f-ck does it matter that i’m the one to view?
i’m not a pedophile!
“but you are still cruel! you exploit their innocence so you’re b-lls ain’t blue!”
(that ain’t true)
[pre-chorus]
all the people beating on my last tape
oy vey, better let my boys hang
every motherf-cker know me as the boy
who don’t say a thing since freshman year
cuz

- chaotick

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