Tweake.R

Sick of feelin' like shit, tryna figure out Why when I drive around every one staring now Rate myself like I'ma tweaker I don't f*ck around nah (The f*ck are you saying bro? what the f*ck) Remembered when I was sixteen I would beat my dick 'til I thought I was bleeding Internally My "friends" hit me up so I blew em off quick I hate fake friends, I'm not with that F*ck them, kill them, evil little bastard See I'm probably laughing schizophrenic, in my room it's why I yell at nothin', at nothin' I like to keep to myself and ignore all you clowns I'm not the best, shit I'm not even good at it... How does he keep making music this bad, woah He uses autotune he must be insecure, woah My mom will probably hear this and give me a call, woah I'm a sober kid everyone, swears I'm tweaking though I just spazz, deadbeat loser no, not ashamed though Step into my room I keep the beats really loud, woah It keeps me sane while I'm drunk pissin' myself If Joey hears this he probably won't f*ck with it, no It's okay I still do this for myself, never improving guess I'll keep laughing out loud I can't write a verse, hook, chorus I'm really lacking, ouch No autotune just how I'm feelin' right now, right now See I had a bad day, punch myself in the face then hit record back at my fuckin place Yeah, yeah blah, blah As long the beats hard, you'll listen to this, jumped off a bridge landed two deep in the Mist Superhuman with a mask see my eyes turning black Seein' people I think I once knew but I don't recognize 'em It's hard, when I killed myself now everyone: I hate... yeah I hate everyone Somebody said if I do it they could do it too, that's not true I'm not good at this music shit, still I do what I do If I'm a rapper, then I'm the worst rapper out right now wasting your time wow I don't stress, watching My Suicide on Netflix Peep the context otherwise you'll be confused about every word I say in every fucking Song And to everyone that sayin' I f*ck with them, I'll help you fucking drown I don't like when people are around, I'm broken on the inside so I don't know how to act Out You can keep talking shit I don't give a f*ck now, drinking poison she asked how I'm Feeling now Well baby I'm dying but, that's not what this song was about... (Nah, not at all) F*ck Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah