Текст песни Medication - LaLion

Yea
She told me
Woah
She told me

I take my medication now
And I'm falling over
I guess the therapist suggest that it's a disorder
I've grown obsessed with feeling less oh no I don't know ya
I mix the sex with all the stress and the paranoia
Yea
She told me that it's only in my head
See me bleed til the bed is bloody red
Feed me dreams til my head is filled with lead
Hear me scream til the neighbors call the feds

Hey mom
I don't really wanna go to therapy
Why
Everybody talking like they scared
So
Bury me with all the medicated
Agitated, aggravated, elevated fiends
Hey God
I don't really mean to upset you king
I don't really love the amphetamines
I don't really fuck with the love
And lack of the luck got me begging please
You dont wanna feel like this
Overdosing on the motive when the real life hits
Coming closer to the quota of the real knife slits
All the drugs in your body make you feel some bliss
Til you wake up in the morning and you're covered in piss
And your ex girl calling like she know what you did
Broken promises the coffin filled with glass to the lid
But the problem ain't the bottle it's the way that you live

I take my medication now
And I'm falling over
I guess the therapist suggest that it's a disorder
I've grown obsessed with feeling less oh no I don't know ya
I mix the sex with all the stress and the paranoia
Yea
She told me that it's only in my head
See me bleed til the bed is bloody red
Feed me dreams til my head is filled with lead
Hear me scream til the neighbors call the feds

Witness bliss but the smile painted dawg
I been living but the mask is falling off
Bitter feeling when the cash is all you got
But depression never change the coin is tossed
50/50 The weather never get pretty
Pity pity we blaming it on the city
Pop a pilly the doctor giving me feelies
But little did we know that the consequence really gritty
Grinding through my teeth in the night time
I remember living better but am I fine
Spitting in the mirror cuz the image really likes lying
Picture perfect politics the consequence is high crime
Rolling in my bed
Calling all this lack of rest
Living flawless in my flesh
Wrapped around me is a vest

I take my medication now
And I'm falling over
I guess the therapist suggest that it's a disorder
I've grown obsessed with feeling less oh no I don't know ya
I mix the sex with all the stress and the paranoia
Yea
She told me that it's only in my head
See me bleed til the bed is bloody red
Feed me dreams til my head is filled with lead
Hear me scream til the neighbors call the feds