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letra de baghdad - sapaa

need some seratonin in my bloodstream
never change my outfit, i just really love jeans
got a little drunk and i’m crying up on the loveseat
i call it a lunch date, what a f-cking monday
wake up in the morning and contemplate on my flaws, ay
i’ve been praying, honestly, ’till i feel my palms ache
i don’t really know where i’m going in life
god’s sake or my sake, sh-t goes on and on, off days

pack a fat joint, that baghdad hashish
trying to act like they’ll get me past this
i’ve been chasing baghdads, shout-out hoobi
i don’t really let anyone through me
i can’t name the last person who knew me
evеrything inside just feels so gloomy
look into the mirror when i brush my t–th
and i feel so bеat, and i feel so beat, and i

i’m feeling sad and i do not know why
hate making promises i can’t supply
can i be honest for once in my life
i’m feeling sad and i do not know
it’s getting late and i cannot surmise
what’s giving me this dead look in my eyes
don’t think it’s seasonal, either, ’cause i
can usually function, like, most of the time
i get this feeling in my brain
it stops me cold, it brings me down
i try so hard to walk away
but i can’t satiate this cloud of acid around me aimlessly
i just have to get out
i board the train at 1 a.m. and let it take me all around
i get this feeling in my brain
it stops me cold, it brings me down
i try so hard to walk away
but i can’t satiate this cloud of acid around me aimlessly
i just have to get out
i board the train at 1 a.m. and let it take me all around

i get this feeling in my brain
it stops me cold, it brings me down
i try so hard to walk away
but i can’t satiate this cloud of acid around me aimlessly
i just have to get out
i board the train at 1 a.m. and let it take, make, make, make

i’m feeling sad and i do not know why
hate making promises i can’t supply
can i be honest for once in my life
i’m feeling sad and i do not know
it’s getting late and i cannot surmise
what’s giving me this dead look in my eyes
don’t think it’s seasonal, either, ’cause i
can usually function, like, most of the time
i’m feeling sad and i do not know why
hate making promises i can’t supply
can i be honest for once in my life
i’m feeling sad and i do not know
it’s getting late and i cannot surmise
what’s giving me this dead look in my eyes
don’t think it’s seasonal, either, ’cause i
can usually function, like, most of the time

- sapaa

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