lirik lagu a-game - hurt
[intro: trent reznor]
i, hurt myself today
to see if i still feel
i, hurt myself today
i-hurt, hurt, hurt…myself
i-hurt-my-self
i-hurt, hurt, hurt…myself
i-hurt-my-self
[bridge: a-game]
lemme spit some sh-t to y’all
…straight from the heart
yo, i’m so hurt!
it’s a-game…
yeah… i’m so hurt!
[verse 1: a-game]
i’m so hurt, and i don’t know what to say
won’t let a tear roll down my face-ain’t into showin’ my pain
you ask me what’s the point of being closed inside my own sp-ce?
well, what’s the point of being open when i know i’ll get played?
i’m cold and enraged, it’s like my blood just flows with disdain
and ain’t got no life outside my job-it pays the lowest of wages
and i don’t think that i can take it, i’m programmed as a slave
i can’t believe to everyone this the “american way”
this ain’t a ‘dream’ – and if it is, then i can’t wait ’til i wake up
this world is jaded, hate the fact that i’m surrounded by fake f-cks
from politicians on tv, to fam & friends trying to play us
it’s every man for himself, but really can you blame us?
if i’m stayin’ distant, it’s cause it’s all that i know
i’m like an egg, you got to crack my sh-ll to get to the yolk
i try to focus on the positive, sometimes i can’t cope
that’s why i vent my f-cking problems here on this microphone, yo
i got a question, here it goes
[chorus 1: trent reznor]
what have i become?
my sweetest friend
everyone that i know
goes away, in the end
[chorus 2: a-game]
i’ve become a f-cking mess that i cannot control
this world is cold, this sh-t is weighing heavy on my soul
everybody that i know just goes away in the end
y’all fake as f-ck, but trying to front like you my friend, h-ll nah
[verse 2: a-game]
i’m having a battle with depression, on the daily i be stressing
trying to write these messages, can’t even get past the first sentence
questioning if i’ll make it, swear i fake these happy expressions
is my music authentic enough to blow? or should i forget it?
man i-hurt myself when i go askin’ these…questions
my mind becomes a known catastrophe….i let it
eat me up, & make me sick like bulimics
split personality, slightly insecure, but yet i believe in
myself, fair share of demons in my head but i keep ’em withheld
i’m blessed, but i’ve been places people believe to be h-ll
i feel if i think positive, i’ll still be known to fail
that’s why like johnny cash and nine inch nails i hurt myself
the lowest lows, and the highest highs i’ve seen both sides
life is short so like foghat i’m making it a slow ride
and ’til the day i die – i’ll be writin’ rhymes
it’s better than any drug, it puts an ease inside my mind
for real
[chorus 1: trent reznor]
what have i become?
my sweetest friend
everyone that i know
goes away, in the end
[chorus 2: a-game]
i’ve become a f-cking mess that i cannot control
this world is cold, this sh-t is weighing heavy on my soul
everybody that i know just goes away in the end
y’all fake as f-ck, but trying to front like you my friend, h-ll nah
[verse 3: a-game]
my homies left, i guess we went separate ways
we used to hangout everyday, but now i guess sh-t has changed
would it k!ll y’all to here-and-there say “what’s up, mane?!”
instead of turnin’ to a stranger, now i can’t even recognize your face
bird! some things have changed… we kicked it all the time
now you locked inside a cell, and i think you’ll be doin’ time
remember times, when we’d blaze a f-ckin’ blunt up & do rhymes
now the way that you’ve changed up you would think that you’ve died
brandon. and your addiction stripped your -ss of every dime
lost your job, & you was homeless, had n0body by your side
so i brought you into my house, and saved your f-ckin’ life
just to steal from me, and trash the place, then leave me out to dry, f-ck!
fake -ss motherf-cker
[chorus 1: trent reznor]
what have i become?
my sweetest friend
everyone that i know
goes away, in the end
[chorus 2: a-game]
i’ve become a f-cking mess that i cannot control
this world is cold, this sh-t is weighing heavy on my soul
everybody that i know just goes away in the end
y’all fake as f-ck, but trying to front like you my friend, h-ll nah
[verse 4: a-game]
this right here’s an open letter from my heart, play it from the start
sayin’ how i really feel is hard, ‘less i spit them bars
seein’ me from someplace so afar, guess my life ain’t hard
walk up in my shoes, you won’t go far, b-tch i swear on god
bullied all my life, i bottle thoughts, store ’em in a box
why the f-ck y’all gotta be so harsh, is my only thought
f-ck it, i’ll be d-mned if someone boss me & feel in charge
now my thoughts tormentin’ me like obelisk, i fall apart
see, when i smile now y’all’d think it’s authentic
i guess i’m good at hiding sh-t, cause people seem like i meant it
but if you knew the real me, you wouldn’t believe where my head is
people can’t see the depression, and never see when i’m stressin’
and they don’t see when i’m low, this heroin keeps me high
i struggle with this dependence sh-t, that’s got my body & mind
this love i got for this drug’s like bonnie & clyde
i hear her voice taking over, lulling me with her sweet lies
that’s why body’s aching, without you i’m f-cking shaking
’til you hit my nasal, vein, or lungs and take my pain away
i went to leave you quite a few times, i’ve tried & tried
but when i do, you make me feel like i’d like to die
so i’m back in the cycle, a downward spiral
losin’ my f-cking mind, suck the life up out of me-lipo
this song, i speak the truth, like my hand was stuck on a bible
my eyes so f-cking dried out, guess crying is just futile
so i’m stuck with this wide-rule, been reading the notes that i wrote
can’t decide if i like it, or if i’m spitting that pyro
i know i won’t ever quit, but i wish one day i’ll go viral
and my flow like myers, michael a fanbase sayin’ i’m tight though
got to reshape my life, slaving, serving, and working doubles
got a mo’f-cka worn out and now my health is in trouble
got to get back to music, it’s truly one thing i love to-
do, plus look at my boo and just smile and say “i love you”
life is just like a puzzle, i’m puzzled trying to solve it
depression is a b-tch, someone help me up cause i’m falling
i’ve hurt myself a lot, and hurt others up in the process
and honestly can’t decide if i’m too caring or too heartless
so i keep to myself, so you never gon’ see me open
can’t express my emotions, but this song captured the moment
i’m seeing better days, at least that’s what i’m hopin’
pick the pieces up i’ve shattered, cause deep inside they’re like me because i’m broken
so you know that
[outro: trent reznor]
i, hurt-hurt-hurt myself
i, hurt-my-self
i, hurt-hurt-hurt myself
i, hurt-my-self
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