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Last year I was anxious, this year I'm like double that Pills, no more thanks but, they gave me a double pack I'm here all cranked up, spine way down under wraps I'm laid down on the gutter tracks No safe ground on this fuckin' map, no I'm tryna live just like you do I know these tendencies are not usual But everytime I get in my head, I find I'm runnin' in the red I wanna be that little kid again, bruh I see him walking on the range He's 11 with these dreams of stalkin' fame with his game At 37 I can't even board a plane the same I wonder if my mind is truly gone for good You can find me locked up in bed Bill collectors say I'm in debt Guess I probably could've been dead Now I'm lookin' at my wit's end Had some money should've invest Spent it all on stupid shit, yes Guess I probably could've been dead Now I'm lookin' at my wit's end, yeah Last year I was anxious, this year I'm like triple that Pills, no more thanks but, they gave me a triple pack I'm here all cranked up, spine way down cripple back SongtexteNow I can't stand with the fact I'm manic panic in a second flat, I'm Tryna live just like you do I know these tendecies are not usual But everytime I get in my head, I find I'm runnin' in the red I wanna be that little kid again, bruh I see him walkin' into frame He's 17 with dreams of battlin' to gain his grain At 37 I can't even take a bit of strain I'm hopin' that my mind ain't truly gone for good You can find me locked up in bed Bill collectors say I'm in debt Guess I probably could've been dead Now I'm lookin' at my wit's end Had some money should've invest Spent it all on stupid shit, yes Guess I probably could've been dead Now I'm lookin' at my wit's end, yeah Last year I was anxious, this year I'm a timebomb Them pills never got to hang but I take 'em when I need to find calm I walk in with the same strut, even though I think my mind's gone I sit here making strange cuts, waitin' for you to get my songs, and I'm tryna live just like you do I know these tendecies are not usual But everytime I get in my head, I find I'm runnin' in the red I wanna be that little kid again, bruh I see him walkin' on the stage He's 25 and fightin' to estrange from the lame At 37 I'm so jaded I can't even aim I'm feelin' that my mind is truly gone for good You can find me locked up in bed Bill collectors say I'm in debt Guess I probably could've been dead Now I'm lookin' at my wit's end Had some money should've invest Spent it all on stupid shit, yes Guess I probably could've been dead Now I'm lookin' at my wit's end, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania