Syndrome

They say, I don't like your attitude lately Guess my tone is sounding so angry Guess my phone is blowing up daily Guess the doctors speak to you plainly You see, they force pills they put in my brain It makes me feel stupid It drives me insane Pop me more pills, you assigned to my name It makes me act up, and it's you who I blame Because I do shit they don't like me doing Cope with it, because your plans are ruined Acting like you didn't put me through it I'm cherry juice, because my lines are fluid And when I walk away, you won't like What the doctor has to say That girl has got the real issue Don't be mad when she will not miss you Cry those tears, I'll pass along tissue Scream at me while smelling like fish food Brush your fucking teeth, instead of being mean Angry, tryna shape me like you burn acetylene Acetylene, acetylene Angry, tryna shape me like you burn acetylene A Syndrome I like family drama The brainer points they lacking They act in shock when I come back Like, hey, what's crack-a-lacking They take a big step back Whoa, cry a river, better row that Boat, take a bow while we on that Note, Andersons, we the stand-up show The texts get bigger and the gang up top So funny, not funny, ha-ha, like, can you fucking not The plot do thicken when you run and pop off Sorry, not sorry, like, you don't get a second thought And when I walk away, you won't like What the doctor has to say That girl has got the real issue Don't be mad when she will not miss you Cry those tears, I'll pass along tissue Scream at me while smelling like fish food Brush your fucking teeth, instead of being mean Angry, tryna shape me like you burn acetylene Acetylene, acetylene Angry, tryna shape me like you burn acetylene A Syndrome