paroles de chanson Fly Guy - Slimeroni

I need to clear my head
Mane this shit so cluttered
I don't let nobody in
Only God and my mother
I know i just did a tape
But fuck it ill do another
Don't hit my line
Unless its cheese
Minus the rueben
Did i stutter

My closet got flavors that variety
Always been an outcast
Don't fit in with society
Being in the gutter
Gave me real bad anxiety
Probably why I'm not
So familiar with sobriety

Brain can you please
Send some endorphins
These thoughts keep me up
Til four in the morning
And if i made a threat
It never was a warning
I keep losing friends
I'm always mourning

I don't remember how to feel
So much fake I'm the last of the real
Used to eat boiled hot dogs
With every single meal
Imma make it
And i ain't gotta sign no deal
Throughout all four seasons
I'm the ills of the ill

In a battle with my mind
And they one up for a score
I shut everybody out
Then put a lock on the door
You ever had to pick
Pieces of yourself off the floor
I keep it cool but inside
It's the third world war

Lets be real no one gives a fuck
So why should i
Pain goes a lot further
Than the naked eye
Kept my feelings hid
Turned out all awkward and shit
No one would listen
So i decided to become a fly guy