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letra de torn - dopamin

[verse 1]
back in 91, when everything went wrong
rising of the sun, lyrical prophet born
children of the korn
chillin’ devil with the h-rn
cause the minute that i kick it, i was wicked, i was with it
with a simple lil gimmick that n0body can ever mimic
reasonable and loved like a yellow honda civic
but before pen hit paper
we was thinkin’ paper
holdin, sellin, probably see you guys later
but naow ma days gettin’ corrupt yet weird
becoming what i feared
controlled and steared
steered into what i sought, keep pacing back n forth
now i can’t look towards the north
look back to when i morphed, into a madman
but convinced i’m the man from the f-ckin badlands
hard as a handstands, but convinced i’m the man, convinced that i’m right
now we ride through the night, we get loco after lights
looking for a fix
looking for a bad sight, all the drugs that we mix
just a bunch of criminals in sick asics kicks
quick moves with the bricks – act slow with cops
yeah i always stay centred like hands on a clock
i got hands in the pot, i was the king of the block
people getting shot, wait, families pulled apart
im torn apart, my early 20s was the start
left with a question mark
this confession isn’t art
there’s aggression in my heart
blast from the past
sh-t feelin kinda dark, fast losing grasp
don’t even ask, i think i am my own motherf-cking narc

[verse 2]
oh sh-t

fail in findin’ focus, start to envy the departed
my mind always morbid, dunno when this thought started
i was scared when, i realise all pain is unpurposeful
bottle it down, now the genie part of my -rs-nal
three wishes, more like 3 mental dysfunctions
bipolar my first, and probably the nicest
probably steppin stone for existential crisis
oh how hard nights get, tryna teach myself a lesson
fear of expressing, that’s part of my depression
that’s then my holy trinity, thats me down til infinity
slowly k!lling me, will it follow me?
’till the afterlife, cause half my life
i’ve been flirting with a ‘motherf-ckin’ bag or knife
laugh and fight: summary of my mind
probably ain’t right, but been at it since 9
it’s possible i’m blind
possibly unstoppable like destiny and time
they diss me, im fine
she kiss me, i’m lying
i’m alone
i’m alone
one breakthrough away from methadone
but i’m stuck payin’ the loan off my own home, smokin homegrown
pickin at my own backbone, back where i belong ..in the wrong mindset
they say home is where the heart is/
got a heart of a homeless/
now i’m feelin kinda hopeless, and i’m slowly losing focus
so i gave my home to another heartless
so i stay in the darkness, stuck seeing trauma
i saw papa beating mama, that’s unnecessary drama
that is bad f-cking karma for a pyjama wearing toddler
im drinkin all this vodka, smokin all this ganja
comma, nah this is period

[outro]
hold up, no one to hold me down
independent rembrandt i get dark with the sound
bottles opened up, tell me not to bottle down
but it’s boo you and boo everything you do
why am i still in this groove
after the success i’ve been through
i’m still haunted, of my perception of a happy past
memories in a cast
now my anxiety the one with the last laugh

- dopamin

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