Lyrics Blinded - Bustdown Vic

Fucking loosing myself, aww fuck,

From time to time I take a break from everyone and everything
Just to see what I believe
Who would've thought my biggest battles are with my inner me
You know what they say "you you're biggest enemy"

And that's truly how it is
If this don't involve you, get the fuck out my bis
All this fake love got me wanting to sip
You can't wear the scars I wear cuz you truly be a, bitch

They saying it's love so maybe I'm just blinded (Got me feeling like I'm blind)
Every-time you see me outside I'll be styling (I'll be styling)
And I'm so tired of all this pain but I'm still trying
And if my brother getting touch, then you still dying (Dying)

They saying it's love so maybe I'm just blinded (Got me feeling like I'm blind)
Every-time you see me outside I'll be styling (I'll be styling)
And I'm so tired of all this pain but I'm still trying
And if my brother getting touch, then you still dying (Dying)

Just like that, I got it all on lock down
Grown man, finally stepping out that box now
I'm that man now ridding with the top down
Blowing big clouds you can smell that it's that loud

Oh, running running
I'm Top gun so I'm gunning gunning
They always flexing for the Socials fake stunning
They acting like they got it but I know they just fronting

Always talk about a bag let me see you do it
Always talk about that gat let me see you use it
Had to swap plates on the Honda, swapped them for a Buick
All you had to do was stay down but you had to blew it

I barely trust myself how can I trust you?
I know it's fuck me so it's fuck you
I worked my ass off maybe some luck too
Tried to stop the ship from sinking but I sunk too

They saying it's love so maybe I'm just blinded (Got me feeling like I'm blind)
Every-time you see me outside I'll be styling (I'll be styling)
And I'm so tired of all this pain but I'm still trying
And if my brother getting touch, then you still dying (Dying)

They saying it's love so maybe I'm just blinded (Got me feeling like I'm blind)
Every-time you see me outside I'll be styling (I'll be styling)
And I'm so tired of all this pain but I'm still trying
And if my brother getting touch, then you still dying (Dying)