Lyrics:
your symptoms
You ain't got the money (pay your bills, bills)
Game it or play victim, fuck about your symptoms
You ain't got the money (pay your
It says here:
The average unmarried female
Basically insecure
Due to some long frustration may react
With psychosomatic symptoms
Difficult
Not a secret, not a problem
Not a symptom or cure
Not a villain, not a mistake
Not in the eyes of God
Not a weakness, not a failure
Not
is what impales you
I feel like I've been crucified to be satisfied
I'm a victim of my symptom
I am my own worst enemy
You're a victim of your symptom
yeah
Get on top yeah
Gotta get on, get on top yeah
Get on top yeah
Caught in a crossfired aim
Skin full of symptoms say
I'm turning myself in
Got me
A symptom, born loser, statistic
Sister, mother, brother, father
Have you, have you looked outside?
I'm scared for my life
They don't trust us
I'm not
And it's not just wishful thinking
Or only me who's dreaming
I know what these are symptoms of
We could be in love.
I ask myself why
I sleep like a baby
Do you miss me?
Am I still on your mind?
Thought I made you happy baby
Then why was I left behind?
Symptoms of a love addict
My heart is sick
sick with this disease since my birthday
I was ridden with symptoms since my first day
Head to toe my whole system in the worst state
I was mentally
The symptom of the universe is
Written in your eyes
Yeah
Mother mooch is calling me back
To her silver womb
Father of creation takes me
From my stolen tomb
Welcome to the darkside
Your equilibrium has been spun all around
And everything you know turned upside down
The symptoms are contagious so please be
better hold on wisdom
Run for your freedom
Hide yourself
They will come
They think I'm a symptom
Being free is all I need
Seeing me takes your breath
The symptom of the universe is written in your eyes
Mother moon she's calling me back to her silver womb
Father of creation takes me from my stolen tomb
Seven
else but this geological entity grows people
and our existance on the earth is a symptom of the solar system and his balances, As much as the solar
back, bitchez, time to wake up and play!
Conquest is imminent
War is my god damn friend
Famine's back for more
Deadly symptoms washed on Death's shore
I
I pour a four in my soda pop
Just in case young nigga start feeling symptoms nigga
He hit my man up so I hit his man up
A nigga had to split
know I didn’t have to do
I call that a real nigga symptom
So why tf you Still
Playing victim
Still tryna find my purpose
My nigga Fuck the Corona
First
to live
Eyes unclouded, I cannot forgive
Another moment of validating our Halliburton God like a lightning rod
It's just a symptom of the problem
We're
My mind is fine, I'm feeling fine
I haven't nothing to show of mine
But I know that I could fight the symptoms if I tried
The world is spinning out
don’t know that I exist
But I just want your viral load
Asymptomatic lover
I know you love me
Asymptomatic lover
But you’ll never show your symptoms to me
switching as my goals shifted
But a nigga spit nasty like a cold symptom
Most these rappers talk white girl, Nicole Simpson
I'm the best opinions change when
you're okay
But you really want to die
And you really want to cry
The mind of a misfit
Remains a mystery
Then they ask where were the symptoms
When you
Caught in dismal thought
Break out and come full circle
I crept in too close
Her face was like an island
Pulled apart
Fell victim to the symptoms
Symptoms
I'm getting sick and tired of these
Born Brown Symptoms
Probably end up in jail witch your
Born Brown Symptoms
He's innocent yo hold up
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