Lyrics:
This shit ain't fun anymore
These youngins getting basic, pretty toxic, Mind closed, make me nausea
Grow with no talent
Depending on the likes
the Handsome Prince by the short and curlies she began to weave a little magic here and a little magic there "I've never met anyone like you before. Not only are
(8 by 10, 8 by 10)
All that's left of our old love now is just your picture, 8 by 10.
(A souvenir of things that might have been)
(My lonely
(Eight by ten eight by ten)
All that's left of all our love now is just your picture eight by ten
(A souvenir of things that might have been)
My
Almeno mi sento superiore
nell'amare il nemico, anche
nella nausea e nel malore merito e colpa
almeno fanno nella mia seppiacea biografia,
fifity/fifty
How to sleep at night
With them free to breath thin air
And live side by side
Walking, with crawling beings
The despair takes over me
The idea
find the source
Nausea of sadness, distressed by the news
I think, I remember, I oppress, it hurts
The temporal nothing of its all
Afraid of what I feel,
This town was built by God's own hand
But now it is ruined by the arms of man
It's such a bloody shame
But we've got ourselves to blame
Chorus:
It
on rent
Haunted by your future death
It's the constant nausea
The "never good enough"
It's staying up all fucking night
To watch bad sitcoms that you don't
Stalked by dread steps of the inexorable fiend
I travail the ascent through foetid opacities
Collected on my gasps and wept through close wood
tell me I don't look like a rockstar feeling like Oprah at a opera
Bitch I work hard nonstop uh
I hope it makes you sick get Nausea
Competition eat em
my skull is gaping
Witnessing the torture has my stomach aching
Nausea ensues as they move through the queue
Calling one by one for the damage that
I'm searchin
For the kings and queens that was birth here
Turned over it to overtime putting work in
I can do bad all by myself is a not a slogan
After
despair
And the resultless crawling
They are melting one by one
And the wastes of them are flowing to the sea
This is the sensation of nausea
Earth is
touching that bitch cuz you know she got no body
I’m goin’ hard and them niggas gone know bout it
Did this by myself so I don’t need nobody
Member them times
turn out like a
Vocal stem, sliced at the
Playhead
Emcees throwing bitch fits
Wishing They could get this
Level of attention
By spittin' a single
Take one, right, that was probably fine
Another minute by and I'm still alive
I know I always say it but I'm really alright
Just a little nausea, baby,
console her
That my little baby, I'm pushing her stroller
You know I'm toxic
Say that my flow make you nauseas
Vaughn the new topic
Keep up youll see
of all my worst traits
Pour me
Another taste of joy
Bring me to
A hazy atmosphere
When will
The euphoria
Hit me
So I'll forget I'm here
The nausea
Will
with the credits
I want you to understand the issue, so listen!
JAXX & CREW XX
Death by repetition
To the point of nausea
Same difference
Burning into
killing me softly with everything that you are
I need you all the time and if I can't have you
Laying right here by my side I'll be
Sad that you chose to go
depressions
Found my bliss with a weapon in closet
Tigger finger to my dome
Almost lost it
I'm angry and nauseas
Robo trippin Philip Hoffman
Still saucing in my
of proportions that are biblical
Still subliminal
Conscious thoughts are minimal
Nauseas from the process my subconscious is a criminal
In my head
Just laying in
it brings in the nausea
When it gets emotionally crippling I break and i'm desperate to pause the
Eruption of this silent, and dark, self inflicting
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