paroles de chanson blind, Pt. 2 - Cobi Baby

Stream of conscience
I'm lost with too many monsters
I'm drinking like I'm a mobster
And feeling like an impostor, yea
Symptoms of the broken hearted
We all been there before
When the depression started
Lost with no more options
Scrolling through my contacts
Wonder who to call next
Nobody listen anyways
Felt like this for days
And the days turn to weeks
And the weeks turn to hate
Then the hate turns to a blade
Pressed against my fragile frame
And we start to play the game
To find out just how much pain
We could take
Like a Google deep fake
My head is on this body but it don't belong to me
A bit cliche, my story nothing new
But you'll take it that way
I pray for Bailey, I pray for Bee
Pray for respect, 'cuz that's all we need
Why they end up in the fucking street
All because of insecurities

Can't do this by myself
Tell god I need some help
Tell god I need some help
Tell god I need some help
Can't do this by myself
Tell god I need some help
Tell god I need some help
Tell god I need some help
Can't do this by myself
Tell god I need some help
Tell god I need some help
Tell god I need some help