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lirik lagu datyunging5 - 7pm

it seems lately i’ve been spending all my time sold down near the river;

getting high; im thinking bout my past/

writing lyric after lyric till i feel a little better;

but the time seems to never p-ss/

and now i’m tossin down narcotics

steady rolling up this chronic/

never sleeping hoping i don’t crash/

got way to much on my mind

you see the darkness in my eyes

i wonder how long this is gunna last/

that’s why i’m x2

gripping and sipping this styrofoam/

up in the hills in a private home/

pouring my heart out on a microphone/

don’t answer my phone i like time alone/

the devil be temptin me; try to be friends with me/

play with the roots like in cursing my enemies/

i be zoned out; i’m so gone off amphetamines/

got me some haters but won’t let em get to me//

… im finding all my answer at the botom of the bottle:

gotta notebook full of stories pages looking like a novel/

got this weight all on my back; and all this stress is so colossal/

if i die for what i’m saying i’m like every slain apostle/

—(hook)—

i hope the cities f-cking flood:: just so i can drown my sorrows;

i don’t know another way out/

it seems lately like the ocean steady callin out my name;

hope its peaceful on my way down/

spendin time down near the river i just pray to god it takes me;

my emotions steady running wild/

i’ve been crying tears of pain but you can’t see em in the rain;

but that don’t matter at all right now/

—(verse 2)—

burning candles in the kitchen; yah

i’ve been reminiscing; yah

flashbacks in my dreams i swear to god they be so vivid yah;

this pain don’t have a limit

everyday boy i’ve been trippin

introverted kinda different

introverted kinda different yah

back to back i’m on my pivot; all my actions they complicit/

all these drugs the law prohibits; keep me sane and out here living/

swear my thoughts they all be wicked; put my paintings in exhibits/

every night these demons visit; cuz i need someone to listen:

yah

i think i’m treading on some thin ice;

whoa whoa

alll these memories i’m trying to let

gooo oaaahhhoo

hearts can be ripped open but they can’t be

that’s why i pop these pills and sip all on these

foooooooours

hook)—