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Toxic
It was me and my notepad when I was a young no-hoper Suddenly you're grown up and it ain't much like the brochure Then you keep it silent like the p that's in pneumonia Am I getting closer or farther? Went the hard way like Kokoda She called for closure but she knew it wasn't exclusive I also told her I love her, maybe that was stupid Even slept over, she did yoga, superfood and turmeric And the pussy tight like student units, don't wanna lose it If the shoe fit, she coulda had Louboutins, Jimmy Choos on Hit a few bumps, sleeping on futons, from paying with coupons to Copping a coupe, these dreams giving me goosebumps Feel like Kubrick, turn this music to a movie, to a movement And a few kids in the crowd they got that glint like the words I say Explain how they feel, don't make no sense, 'cause I ain't even Know how I feel, I know these demons got me pinned But I wouldn't let them demons win, c'mon man There's nowhere left to hide (Nowhere) The ghosts are in my mind But I'm not scared now (Not scared, no) The shadows seem to creep (Oh) Closer to my feet (Closer to my feet now) But I'm not scared now (I'm not scared) I been toxic to every girl I ever been with I call them crazy but maybe he is Letras de cancionesWhy I'm so fucked up, I got my reasons Why I'm so fucked up, I got my reasons, Jesus I've been talking fast at therapy, that's more bang for your buck Told that bitch to fix me, if you don't I'll fuck this office up How come every time I get my way but still it ain't enough? Chasing an illusion you never touch Wrote my car off drinking and driving, it's not me, it's the liquor Besides, I think my dealer should have just delivered Wish that I could scratch it from the record, chicka chicka I promised my girl I would change, she's like quicker, quicker I won't front, low on funds, tried to withdraw, my stomach sunk My car don't skrr, it just clunk, on the bus, sit in gum Addicted to them girls in dunks, white Air Force 1s, I eat the cunt Wet like a sponge, she got no flaws, acrylic claws, tan like Trump She hate my guts till I put it in her guts, and then she stunned I love her so, till I make her love me back, then I run Now she at Sweet Greens, Tender Greens, looking for a better me She probably do it by the end of week Hi, it's me calling again I'm the rap song voicemail girl I leave you annoying messages and I'm not real I'm just a representation of your distorted perception of women Anyway, call me back From Letras Mania