KUTLEVEN

The speaker expresses their frustration and struggles in life, including physical and mental suffering, a difficult family situation, and feeling misunderstood. They mention their desire for love and their self-worth issues. They also mention using drugs as a coping mechanism. Overall, they feel trapped and overwhelmed by their circumstances. you you you you you you you you you you you you take three, take three and then you're going to see me or hear me I don't give a shit I was born this way I have a shitty life I don't give a shit I can't stay calm that's why I'm going to write not to get certain thoughts out of my head and I'm talking about times of physical and mental suffering and those thoughts lead me into detention yes, I had to stay there for a while but then I keep fighting to free this dirty, dirty circle and I'm a serious guy who's giving and not getting and I will always participate and be able to look myself in the mirror black spots in my soul but have they been able to spread so what do you want to say I'd love to listen but you're not going to reach me like that when I talk to someone from the Phoenix neighborhood with both parents and they're still rich and I really don't like to put on high heels but you're not in the mines I have a lot of luggage and my soul is heavily loaded a wolverine in my hip bag and yes, it was loaded my dad wanted to kill mom and I can't leave that shit where is the love I only feel hate and God knocks on my door that I let him in even though I was late there was no harm because he's the only reason that I don't kill my dad but you see the devil in my eyes God in my heart I cry because sometimes I can't believe that I had it so fucking shit but Sancho is still strapped because I'm in this shit circle like a fucking trap nobody I have understands me people see the good in me but my deeds are bad my tears are not fake I've already told you I have a shitty life sometimes I want to go back to a shitty life and now I'm going to take drugs and then I'm gone and then I fall when I come back to earth I have zero self-worth and I can't ask for help I don't have love in my life because I don't feel worthy try to make something of it hang on a side line so I keep writing lyrics until I go back to the bad dope in my veins can finally breathe because bitches make me crazy with the stupid stories do like wifey meanwhile I'm fat I'm never going to make a story because fuck it all fuck not with drama spit on the pussy like a llama can't find love in this world full of trauma fat like a megafauna