Lyrics Feelin Drowsy - Skrill

I tried every mornin, but ma attempts were lousy
They left me in the storm and now i'm screamin loudly
They tackled ma life roughly and they keep tryin to foul me
They keep tryna foul me, now i'm feelin drowsy, yeah

They treat me like an angry wife, now i sleep on the couch
Then they treat me like ma parents they want me to close ma mouth
They want me to clean the house, they never let me go out
But when they let me
they stand there wit regret, anger and doubt, yeah
This ain't a surprise
Everybody knows
That they wearin a disguise
That can barely hide their nose
Cuz they put it up the ass
Of anyone that gets close
And if tryna sit down
Then they start doin the most, like
When they fall they want me to follow like dominoes
They create all this mess around they they think you gross
They kill you like an officer after you fuckin froze
I'm done wit all this now, and i'm finna go rogue
It's ya funeral
That shit's fuckin low
Letters and notes, get stacked up like dirty clothes
Ally or foe, it's complicated to know
Overdosing on their judgement and they still fuckin oppose
Everything i do
I wanna get loose
I'm tied up wit a lotta... idiots and fools
With every mistake i get in ma mind a bruise
That keeps hurtin me at night, repeatin like a time loop yeah

I tried every mornin, but ma attempts were lousy
They left me in the storm and now i'm screamin loudly
They tackled ma life roughly and they keep tryin to foul me
They keep tryna foul me, now i'm feelin drowsy, yeah

I cannot see em
Mind gettin crowdy like a Colosseum
I get knocked down wit every bad idea
Get stars on ma head like a European
Flag, yeah i ain't tryna fuckin brag
Yeah, don't you try to make me mad
Cuz when i be mad, i be outta ya'll leagues
A force ya'll can't defeat, start over then repeat
Miss me? yeah wit that bullshit miss me
Let's see, there's no honey industry
List me, as a future legend not a mainstream
Faggot, and i still didn't hit eighteen
Wanna play? a'ight tik tac toe
Get back hoe, better sit back bro
This ma show, finna let that go
Talkin bout ma clip, click clack woah
This beat like meat, put it on plateau's
Then i serve it, to every gifted foe
Horrific goals, i predicted loads
Of distastes, i'm the master of lit flows
And i go...
Psycho
All those slick tricks you know i don't try those, i know
How quick time goes, but imma stick ma toes
Nah ma whole foot in the game's a hole

I tried every mornin, but ma attempts were lousy
They left me in the storm and now i'm screamin loudly
They tackled ma life roughly and they keep tryin to foul me
They keep tryna foul me, now i'm feelin drowsy, yeah