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letra de o.c.d. (original version) - zachh.

[verse 1]
what i’m about to do is tell you a little story
it’s a story that brought me way up to my glory
couldn’t keep it inside if it was stupid or gory
the fact is that i wake up every morning
feeling guilty or something, all for doing nothing
o.c.d.’s controlled my body, since i was a baby wobbling
but o.c.d.’s more than making sure everything’s alright
so many things would bother me every night
up until sixth grade, i had my ocd pay
i would have to tell my mom every minor bad thing about my day
“zach, i don’t wanna hear it, okay?
now go upstairs do homework and play.”
and i don’t blame her to be honest
cuz i would bother her about every stupid problem
like i got a time out in school, or i tried to act cool
it would bother the h-ll out of me if i broke a rule
and i would dread to tell her
scared as if i were a dog or a cat being chased with a lawn mower
luckily as i’ve grown up that’s mostly gone away
but o.c.d. will be a part of me in every single way
still thinking so much
starting arguments
so unfortunately
here i go again
how many times i check if the door is locked? ten

[hook 1]
so this is just a thing that’s a part of me
but people who don’t have it just can’t see
how this diagnosed o.c.d
is starting to f-ck with me
always worried that someone’s mad at me
starting fights with my friends, saying sorry for a good deed
the fact is that i annoy them more
when they don’t respond and i act like a wh0r-
trying to get an answer
but i fight the o.c.d
before they don’t wanna be my friend, don’t you see?
it’s that ocd (x4)
i know i used it as an excuse but it’s just the truth!
o.c.d. (x2)
its that o.c.d. (x2)
god d-mn o.c.d

[verse 2]
every night before i go to bed
i listen to my dad who said
“make sure the doors are locked the lights are off and oven isn’t red”
so i walk back and forth at least 3 times
make sure everything’s locked to settle my mind
cause if i don’t check it then i could almost cry
and it’s this type of cr-p that makes me write these rhymes
god i’m so thankful that my young days are over
i was always running to my mom like red rover
feel guilty for stupid sh-t and now i owe her a big thank you
for listening to this cr-p
when you tried to nap
i’d wake you up feeling f-cked
but at the time this really sucked
and it was a big deal for me
like i lost my keys
i was in a sea of confusion
when i littered that fusion bottle
weird feeling inside and feel perplexed
in sixth grade when we started talking about s-x
thought about new things ran my mind like a t-rex
but i wrote everything down
like i was telling someone
before i go out in the sun
but i was just stunned
when i realized this doesn’t happen to me anymore

[hook 2]
i’m a normal teenager who no longer has a war
in his brain about being insane
much more independent
now write it up and send it
cuz mr. o.c.d. is so dependent
on making songs
so, so long
thank you for listening to the o.c.d. gone wrong
it’s that ocd (x4)
i know i used it as an excuse but it’s just the truth!
o.c.d. (x2)
it’s that ocd
o.c.d
it’s that ocd (x9)

- zachh

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