Produced by Viñamata
Beat by Viñamata
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Lyrics:
I was running through the town, when the tunes came on
I had to bang my head against the wall
I took another hit, now I'm worse off cause
A little bit of this makes idiots
We're running out of time, to reinvent my psyche
And I'm the one who picked this road, so

Put me down
If you feel I'm not real
When I test my idioms on you
What's that sound
Making my head bang on again
Make me lose control
Feel like I can lose my soul
To anyone who gives me cold shoulders
Like boulders, I'm stronger when pushed over, so
Take me down with you
Take me into the zoo
Behave like animals, irrationel
I'm banging 'till I'm breaking through
Cause I'm feeling a groove I wanna dance to

I was running through the town, when the tunes came on
I had to bang my head against the wall
I took another hit, now I'm worse off cause
A little bit of this makes idiots
We're running out of time, to reinvent my psyche
And I'm the one who picked this road, so

86 My revelation, extradite my love
Cause this ain't a quick vocation
I really gotta know
Are you craving for relations, out of my control
I gotta get away now
I really gotta go
Realise what's now become of the dark
I really gotta know
Everyone will do you dirty, so
I really gotta go
Fix up, on junk
Real stuck, in the mood
Can't rock me, I'm throwing in with
Jesus, O'reily, can't you see
I'm on it, and it's gotta be controlled
Ever since man came trapping around the clock
I was wishing for to chainz' dm's, and the luck
Can't switch on me, he's always been the greedy
Big fat bread on my patek
It's not too god, to wish for the most
I'm tryna make myself cope
With the enemies, I'm destined to grow
But fuck all the shit
It's better being broke in this shithole

I was running through the town, when the tunes came on
I had to bang my head against the wall
I took another hit, now I'm worse off cause
A little bit of this makes idiots
We're running out of time, to reinvent my psyche
And I'm the one who picked this road, so
I was running through the town, when the tunes came on
I had to bang my head against the wall
I took another hit, now I'm worse off cause
A little bit of this makes idiots
We're running out of time, to reinvent my psyche
And I'm the one who picked this road, so

Fix up, on junk
Real stuck, in the mood
Can't rock me, I'm throwing in with
Jesus, Mezsiah Mezsiah Mezsiah

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