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letra de the killing joke (prod. @blvnche) - lucid muzik

[chorus] [intro]
yall really got me bent, got me f-cked
got me really p-ssed
im tryna be lit, 17, im the main event
sick of the bipolarness, not a bear
better catch a grip
im tired of this sh-t, see why i be outside like im chris

man of my word, take that mask off
yeah i see you b-tch
dont mean to offend, but if not, better play defense
sorry if you’re mad, but so what? gonna throw a fit?
n-ggas make me sick, im so tired, fake smile in every pic

[verse]
waking up every morning to negatives in my text
waking up is so very annoying, criss cross apple sit
tell me whats -so- very important ‘ferior peice of sh-t
lets put a smile on that face, thats the devils grin

theirs voices all up in my head, dont know which is which
hopefully i dont end up dead, so the haters see me win
sick of this punishment, this action will have conseqence
you say i dont care, but everyday im always overthinkin’

[bridge 1]
laughing is a way to cope
do i have friends? no, i dont
lately i been seeing no hope
washing away my sins with soap
like really got me in a choke
youd think i have it under control
fighting demons in my dreams
figures through windows and screens
slaughtering, murdering everything
sometimes i really just want to– (scream)

nothing is really what it seems
i control my reality
i want love and i want to sing
the voices make me want to– (scream)
why the heck they playin’ me
do they not know that im the king?

[verse 2]
sitting around with 30 year olds, would be fine if i was 30 years old
i dont know what stories you told, none to me are my heros
i feel like if i breathe wrong ill be back to ground zero
i keep making the same mistakes, i guess you call me the k!lling joke

but when im free, hope you know i won’t ever fold
im gon’ crash out, theirs no doubt the truth has to be told
dad said dont feel bad just keep it under control
i be stuck in the house, like a mouse, with tom the cat on hold

i be tryna chill, with no pills to alter how i feel
go out to grass fields just to feel what god gave as a gift
dont wanna leave my room because if i do, bullsh-t appears
i feel a hole in my chest, so wear a vest, you can’t hear how i feel
sometimes i even struggle to pick up a fork to eat a meal
i wish i was bless to be around friends that cared for real
huh, for real, yeah for real, yeah for real, yeah yeah

[chorus]
yall really got me bent, got me f-cked
got me really p-ssed
im tryna be lit, 17, im the main event
sick of the bipolarness, not a bear
better catch a grip
im tired of this sh-t, see why i be outside like im chris

- lucid muzik

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