Lyrics:
up ma syndrome my head bout to blow gotta rifle out the window
Fuck you don't know little whore bout the pain
Making me wanna kill when I'm sitting
what true power feels like?
Racing round my veins
Like a motorbike
It's the fall of Rome
My Caligula syndrome
It's the fall of Rome
My Caligula
Waiting for you to see through me
And you say that you love me and it’s
Giving me imposter syndrome
You’re too good to be true and it
Feels like I
know
That the problem is you
The Stockholm syndrome's kicking in
Where are you taking me?
I'm getting
I lived in my very own cages
Locked throw away
Like it with ya gun gun
Stockholms syndrome
Like it with ya gun gun
Make U go numb numb
‘Notha
Boring night till U dropped by in ya hood
Pushed me
it down
And we burning it slow
I know that you smell that
That's Oregon grown loud pack
Get your bitch back back
She can get smacked up
I do not play
side of the map
Honey flavored trap
Kiss me baby
Fever syndrome pox
Go splat
I'm a switch
Better watch your back
I'll fuck you in your ass ass ass
Go
train
Patient, pestilence I keep my patience
Savageness is evident
Open up your mouth and take some medicine
Let's hope we make it all in one piece
I
incest my blood is just stronger
Carried the game now back really hurting
Write curses in cursive the witches be burning
I'm not disturbed I'm just down
inside
When I open up my mouth
Ha huh
I'm a dragon
It's been burning
It's been burning
It's been burning
Oh yeah
It's been burning
It's been burning
It's
You're like a twitching star
In this crippled sky
And your sore thumb syndrome
Just watch that motherfucker stick right in my eye
If I went as far
Hold me wipe my mouth
I get tangled in my thoughts
I need to be reminded
What to do with myself
Another stain on my slacks
I'll do better
My heart is beating in a desperate rhythm
with the words ""I love you""
slipping out of my mouth, I know what this is about
But baby, do you?
I fell
On a hot summer night
Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Will he offer me his mouth?
Yes
Will he offer me his teeth?
On a hot summer night
Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Will he offer me his mouth?
Yes
Will he offer me his teeth?
Questions no one would answer
The things I thought I knew
It all fell to the ground
My mouth burning like a coal
My mouth burning like a coal
My mouth
a stranger to the way that you make me feel
And I’m sick of your mouth, sick of your mouth giving me the same old spiel
Oh, Oh please is this who you want
beneath
Drowning beneath
Oh, I can’t believe
I can’t believe
Burning at me
Burning at me
Oh
And my mind’s still full of you
And my mouth still tastes like
stay watchin' our figure, increase speed
Make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker
Plus all these niggas that you run with
Be on some dumb
mo'
Met your eyes on them pills I felt the thrills burning down
Still I haven’t scratched your hills like, niggas try and push me out
Princess Syndrome
Ticking like a metronome
Can't kill the clock
Somedays I feel like we're just symptoms of our system
Black hole no hope
Psycho syndrome
Hey, feels
You better be glad you are freaking cute
And better all day just stay in mood
Your tiny waist be like ooh my lord
Money making syndrome
Minimum
Tell a bardman runn di amount
If you owe me better run di amount (Ein)
Make you never touch me you know mi too hot
Boy them run demma mouth
Fake mandem
Despite my greatest efforts and how far I have been
Dealing with this personal enemy all along
The infamously wicked imposter syndrome
I never wrote about
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