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93PUNX & Vic Mensa- It’s a bad dream (ft. Travis Barker, Good Charlotte)

93PUNX & Vic Mensa- It’s a bad dream (ft. Travis Barker, Good Charlotte)
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Текст песни 93PUNX & Vic Mensa- It’s a bad dream (ft. Travis Barker, Good Charlotte)
I hide behind my madness
Outside, inside, I'm damaged
Suicide, it might get tragic
Maybe it’s a bad dream, maybe it's a bad dream
Every time I look at me
I try so hard but I can't seem
To find a shred of decency
But maybe it’s a good thing, it's a good thing

Addicted into my sadness
Just another of my bad, bad habits
This shit gets hard to manage
Manic, depressive, sociopathic
I attract mistakes like a magnet
Chase pussy like I'm playing in traffic
Till I crash it, end up in a casket
Maybe it's a good thing, is anybody listening?

Yo, double fisting, driving like I'm drifting
Drunk, spinning on a couch, bitch, I'm Rick James
Half demon, half saint, that's a split screen
Glad to be insane, mad for existing

I'm giving up ’cause I don’t believe
I'm never gonna find a better part of me
I’m showing out, only what they see
I'm always running circles when I try to leave
This broken soul, but I can't let go
And I lose control when I'm on my own again

My childhood never lasted
My pain is everlasting
I’m flying but I'm crashing
Maybe it's a bad dream, maybe it's a bad dream
When it's all in front of me
I make a mess of everything
I fuck it up in spite of me
Maybe it's a good thing, it's a good thing

There's a hell at the bottom of the well
Where I drown to myself and the drugs won't help
Swimming in my troubles but I'm not Michael Phelps
Ain't no medals for the double, ain't no winning so I dealt
Strapped to a kamikaze plane, killing nazis
Decking paparazzi, the cops can't stop me
Not even the government want problems with my posse
Sixteen shots, got 'em shook like mob deep
Send a SWAT team, I'm too fly to swat me, yeah
Let the block beat, swinging like Rocky, yeah
With my back against the wall, you couldn't box me
Live fast, get cash, car crash, die free

I'm giving up 'cause I don't believe
I'm never gonna find a better part of me
I'm showing out, only what they see
I'm always running circles when I try to leave
This broken soul, but I can't let go
And I lose control when I'm on my own again
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