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letra de i only fuck when i'm fucked up - james chelliah

[chorus: gannat]
time after time (time after time)
i question just why do we hide (why do we hide)
ourselves when it always feels
like it always stays the same?

[verse 1: james ch-lliah]
i only f-ck when i’m f-cked up – it’s true
i text a few people first before checking for you
is that f-cked up?
one friend says “if you cheat, we’re done.”
but don’t you f-ck married men?
guess morality’s fun, right?
choose a side: shame or guilt
or emotionally detach, reframe the filth
it’s fine
the options are profuse, the outcome is solitary:
rights and lefts seeking a screen and some solitude
it’s not quite downtime
i only give up time to give-up-time, that’s timeless
i make mistakes, i suppose
sugarcoat with hibiki, xnxx or the w-nkbank
whichever’s easier for the room
what time will you be back?
what time do you want me to resubscribe to fiction
and how can i ever realign with fact?
[bridge: james ch-lliah]
taking the high road, going above you
this is the last time i’m gonna trust you
taking the high road, going above you
this is the last time i’m gonna trust you
taking the high road, going above you
this is the last time i’m gonna trust you
taking the high road, going above you
this is the last time i’m gonna trust you

[verse 2: james ch-lliah]
i used to only f-ck white girls harbouring white guilt
who move down to london to see more of the world
giving me 5 nights cause my skin is in
learn what you like and dislike then move along, please
won’t touch my bumble pic, even when the wrinkles land
won’t partake in taking my head out of the sand
i’m fuelled by excuses
if everything you touch is a learning experience
no one leaves cause you’re useless
(ha… i never thought about it like that)
my d-ck’s in one hand, my pen’s in the right
my quote-unquote ‘partner’ asleep in the bed
i’m tryinna’ sublimate my self-destruction
all ink in the pad, pre-cum in the hand
but no bullet in the head
all of this filth to stave off some guilt
not coming around to knowing what is real
i am what i am, and what that is
is inherently self-centric and uninteresting to fix
[chorus: james ch-lliah & gannat]
time after time (time after time)
i question just why do we hide (why do we hide)
ourselves when it always feels
like it always stays the same?
(like it always stays the same, stays the same)

[bridge: james ch-lliah]
taking the high road, going above you
this is the last time i’m gonna trust you
taking the high road, going above you
this is the last time i’m gonna trust you
taking the high road, going above you
this is the last time i’m gonna trust you
taking the high road, going above you
this is the last time i’m gonna trust you

- james chelliah

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