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letra de tragedy (nino) - mitch db

(verse 1: nino)
yeah this has got me stressing out
all these emotions never loud
sipping different potions i’m looking just like my father now
scattered in the morning i’m waking up on a different couch
and every day’s the same with the pain but i’m used to feeling down
i hate that she keeps him from me
telling him these lies and he’s thinking his daddy want me
and i want you more than ever but that b-tch keeps you from me
and i f-cking hate that sh-t got me popping these oxys every day
it doesn’t help but it numbs the pain for a second
worried that i’m taking too many and then in heaven
depression’s creeping back i don’t think i can overstep it
and aggression’s getting worse from the man that she went and slept with
try to hide expressions and every thought i suppress it
they tell me let it out but i’m teaching myself a lesson
the same ones who said it these days are just never present
impressive when i’m eating depressants they realise i’m depressed
post-traumatic stress got me sweating waking up in my bed
disconnected with my mum noticed she’s waiting for my death
try to block it out but i’m lying if it ain’t had effect
crying in the night denying that i’m not the best
i get stupid thoughts and it makes me stressed
doctors tell me to take it but i ain’t on my meds
missing my b-tch so much and i swear i can’t pretend
that this is the end but i’m praying that we just meet again
(verse 2: spitzone)
yeah i’m sick of all these bricks they get lost in my system
all this bud that i got smoking you could call it a victim
i’m stuck in all these thoughts that’s why i call it a prison
yeah i’m hooked on all this sh-t that’s why i’m caught like i’m fishing
because anything i did she was never really bothered
yeah she only ever cared about these things that’s in my wallet
she’s looking in my pockets i was being really honest
now i’m thinking f-ck this b-tch with a dummy in my wallet
even though i say i’m not i keep my head up
i’m sipping all this liquor i poured you see me fed up
yeah i’m texting all these women you can see i’m trying to get up
lad i’m only taking bricks even though i’m trying better
f-ck i wanna see my kids i’m too f-cked to call her family
she’s f-cking with my mind i get pushed into insanity
scared to be a dad you can see i was f-cking panicking
and now she f-cking left and i’m done it’s such a tragedy

- mitch db

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