Lyrics Music Notes and Mental Health - Camira the Rapper

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Music notes and mental health
A standard that I set myself
From the depths of hell
This that old Bam
I live that Camp Kill Yourself
They said I can't kill myself
Like bitch, I can't heal myself
I got it twisted
Backwards in some sort of way
I had this thought and caught a wave
Which led me back to shore today
This ain't Chappelle's Show
I'm blacking at my normal rate
I wanted them to cheer me back
After I walked away
Gave me a hand to come out my shell
That's awkward turtle
Tried to live my best life
But now I'm more than hurtful
I'm moving forward
But looking back has got to work too
Alfa Romeo badge
I'm scared that snakes'll cross my circle
See when they die
They flock to merch with shirts and hoods
Ironic
Coz I'd kill for XXL to be heard for good
This my epiphany
I'll wind up on a killing spree with presence
And rap rings around those
Not feeling me
This Game of Thrones
When will you begin to see
Do I need to adjust my set
For visibility
I need to be active, for you to react
But I'm not sure, if I can brave this shit no more
No chance for Gryffindor
On second thoughts, square
I won't turn no try hard
I tried to block all the negative thoughts
That my mind craft
I been battling
I fought the wars of my past
I'm on my Kimbo Slice shit
I held it down in my yard
So we can air it all out
Another time, chill
But know the only skeletons I have
Are rappers I've killed
I live a movie
The critics'll tell you I'm real
But I bought every lie that they sold
Imagine how I feel
You see I, dropped 5 and copped flights
To ride with Syn
And he told me that, I ain't need to be Drake
To make a hot line, bling
Now, I am not like him
But still the same man
And I talk that Jazz, stocked and
And I deliver like the mail man
I don't know what's next
I wish that I was still happy
Scientist with low expectations
I just want a little reaction
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