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letra de pearls - mf zeph

[verse: nickg]
i always seen no meaning so i made my own
i know i’ll never need a reason
please don’t call my phone
my brain is insatiable, making new problems
creating my failure
when i’m in public i feel like an alien
wish you could be me, i wish i could be you
it goes either way with us
i need a new thought to fixate on
i need me some healthy addictions
instead of the sh-t that i spend day to day on
i’m on the way to my future, and i’m the only thing stopping me
perhaps i’m just scared to grow up pull my hair out in clumps
and i feel like i’m not so free

but f-ck that emotional poverty sh-t

i won’t wallow in it, kiss the bottle again and i ponder my sins
while i fill up my lungs with a garden and ball my fists up
and i think every thoughts an abyss, yuh
i can’t stay locked in this prison
sometimes i feel lost in existence
i spark up a swisher in darkness
an alternate life in my dreams got me sleeping till noon
and i wake up and miss it
like marksmen i’m hitting these beats and i beat em with bars so ballistic
i’m made out of stone and there’s cracks in my flesh
and i’m taking my throne full of cracks and some dents
inhaling the chemicals, cracks in my chest
i sound like a hit of some crack when i shred and there’s krakens and serpents insiiiiiiiiiiii-
[verse: mf zeph]
cracks in the wall
and theres cracks in my jaw
cracked floor, cracked t–th
crack wh0re, she neet
i need a buzz
right now, not a lightyear
always acting out of spite
no fear
this year is alc
next is dirty sprite
i feel
that i live as cicadas
obnoxious and toxic
im going psychotic
cut off the loose ends in my head
hair on the floor
am i alive or dead
question myself in this void
devoid of feeling
in this box apartment
two foot floor to ceiling
fireworks gon pop in the distance
i dont need her
but i do in this instance
habitual smoker
nicotine toker
f-ck this game of poker
im burning the cards with my hands
cause i must
i damage everything i touch
give it time she said
all it made me do is lose trust
out of touch
i look in the mirror
and scream, f-ck
i hate this man
im afraid of what i once was
and what i am
a sad sack of meat
bags under my eyes
under covers i constantly weep
alcohol and ash emit from my tear ducts
gather a couple bucks
fail to relinquish addictions
sorry mama
that my t–th are so yellow
my fingernails dirty
it’s all part of the process
need to process my emotions
going through these notions yet again
ion wanna end up in that psych ward
i just wanna hang with my friends
and not feel alone, bumpin nightcore
but instead i got cold sores on my lips
everything reminds me that this sh-t ain’t perfect
b-tch im still hurtin but im coming back around
lately feel better than ever
heavy feelings turned light as a feather
speaking rather colder now
i think you need a sweater

- mf zeph

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