paroles de chanson ITCH (feat. Misheard) - IX Fall$

Run up with the mac on attack
Grip 45 loaded
Send you running back
With a back brace
Back lash
Pull up with the motherfucking stick
This about to get a whole lot better
Suffer in pain
Go ahead and cry about that time you fell
Got nothing to gain
Unless your doctor says so then I wish you well
Got an itch on my back
But I can't reach
Can't sleep
Livin' like I really wanna get it
But I never gonna get it
If I think about a thing or two
It takin up my time
And then it taken all my credit
But forget it
I will never go reverse to watch my past and troubles
Self-reflection on repeat so all my streams are doubled

Got the blade intact
Wanna cut my throat
Be ahead of the game
If they cut off my flow
With a woven story line
That's fabricated lies I tell
Livin' a life in oblivious phases
I couldn't tell the difference
Failed suicide number 9 I fell

Hit em' with a punchline
Call me keanu
Cuz I've been livin' 20 years
But 77 of my thoughts felt like a death game
Gotta stop at 4514
Cause that's spelling out the place where I die without all the pain

All my secrets complicated made out as a lie
Friends are playing chinese whispers tryna make it simplified
Mix the words up
Make it worse
I'm boutta blow up like some dynamite
And like I said you mix it up
And nah, I might go and die

All of these walls are closing
Starting to run out of breath
Why am I one to be chosen
Feels like there's nobody left
Forcing a smile but I'm choking
Afraid that I'm asking for help
Are you able to tell that I'm broken
I just wanna feel like myself

Take it all back I just wanna see red
Pull that trigger better hope I'm dead
Mind so fucked that I'm smoking lead
Neck so tight as I pull that thread
I'm sick of everybody coming round and annoying me
While these killas come around and watch my ego destroying me

Taking a step, killing the rest
Countin' the bullets that enter your chest
Pain in my head better off dead
Waiting for demons to put me to bed
Something I said downing my meds
Can't comprehend what is roaming my head
Starting again stabbing my pen
Bleeding while watching our life through a lens

I'm sick of all this fucking shit that
Puts me to the ground
I'm hanging onto life
Before my thoughts begin to drown
I'm stumbling around
I ain't no king without my crown
This quarantine got me fucked up
Because of all this fucking lockdown