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letra de spoiled brat syndrome - timmy

it’s beyond my imagination the attention someone be craving
when resorting to shooting out false accusations
ruining reputations with their sick, specific, fictional situations
cause f-cking implications, defamation

i couldn’t even get an examination for asd
without a student nurse accusing me
of having ulterior motives and reporting me
i’m debating whether she’d been breaking patient confidentiality
or if modern western society has just brainwashed her into misandry
whatever the reason may bе
she single handedly pеrmanently f-cked my nhs record and sabotaged the therapy
given to me directly, from being rushed to hospital
but yeah since i’m a man, i’m trying to get my leg every time i can

a girl who had her fiat picked by reception
‘spoiled brat syndrome’ diagnosed at conception
i never wanted any tension, matter of fact my intention was that
we’d be friends, now i need the attention for my own ends

but what the f-ck did you f-cking expect?
though i’m pretty sure i’ll see jenni in my dms
mebs next time don’t exceed lil white lies
defo don’t incriminate me that crosses the line

(beep)

“hiya libby, it’s mammy
i’m really f-cking sorry for sniffing coke with your friends whilst you were in bed upstairs…
what if i send you some more money? (sniff)
just like it’s christmas (sniff) honey!?
four grand without a penny going to charity, you know i really really hate it when you get angry” (beep)
traumatised, cracking bottles every night
just to get by
different day, same ol’ sh-te
consumed by distorted memories
my appetite for these illusions mess with me
whilst the grief won’t just let me be

sing it! i’ve been an……
easy target since the age of three
yous have long stop surprising me
developed borderline personality
hearsay i’m p-ssing my life away
reminiscing on things i can’t change
a vicious cycle of dwelling with no sway
which any second now is gonna give way
i never know if ima see the next day

all of the pressure i put on myself is
counter productive and bad for my health
private therapy is on the cards
but i’m way too broke for that, i chose a car
prescribed anti depressants didn’t help
five years ago i said “i just wanted help”
and now ima bout another spilt coffee away
from self prescribing ketamine, oh my days!
endlessly tormented, emotional everyday from
every error that i have ever made
my mind won’t let me make mistakes, i’ve manipulated myself into thinking
my mentality is okay cause the
mind games that i play are
masterfully made
anxious, aggressive, angry , ambitious

imaginative, impulsive, impatient me
negotiating with my noggin if
normality is an option
“no! now never
ever ever ask ever again! you
exhausting, embarrassing, egotistical
easily enraged, emotionally
drained, d-ckhead!” oh, guess i’m
drinking till i’m mortal drunk
dazed again daily

too much trauma to tell in one song tho i’m
on a roll, openly discussing through each and every one of

my mental disorders, made from a mixture of many sources but i’m
optimistic that
one day ima be writing and producing
on a beach view like what
oli sykes posted that one time
on instagram the riverside view student accommodation
obviously ain’t the final destination
videlicet gonna vengefully vanquish the
voice in my head that tells me otherwise as i’ve
eventually forced myself to have the
energy to push through and
eliminate writers block

once and for all, i’m on one but for creating my own
nimble-witted narrative needless to say i’m putting the
nails in the coffin

traumatised, cracking bottles every night
just to get by
different day, same ol’ sh-te
consumed by distorted memories
my appetite for these illusions mess with me
whilst the grief won’t just let me be
eventually i potentially won’t care
been an easy target since the age of three
yous have long stop surprising me
developed borderline personality
hearsay i’m p-ssing my life away
reminiscing on things i can’t change
a vicious cycle of dwelling with no sway
which any second now is gonna give way
i never know if ima see the next day…

“cracking bottles every night
different day, same ol’ sh-te”

“we’re all sniffing coke with jenni, yey
we’re all sniffing coke with jenni, yey
we’re all sniffing coke with jenni
we’re all sniffing coke with jenni, yeyyyy…”

- timmy

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