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Uh Perpetual chip on my shoulder, I'm tired of fakin' this shit like a poser Attention is lost in a second, these battles are endless, I'm built like a soldier Got women who tend to my issues, just bring me some tissues if you gon' come over A bottle of liquor make therapy quicker, might regret this shit when I'm older My enemies caught in a whirlwind, my ego the size of a boulder I'm hopin' to watch as the world end, I'm a witness who lost thеy Jehovah And I'm smokin' a blunt with a pearled еnd, I get higher to feel a bit closer I'm the image of fire and tired, I been the example, put me on a poster I think I may be too raw for this life, dreamin' all day make it darker at night And then stayin' awake get me tossed into fights, and when I find my footin', they toss in a knife Bad girl, really mad girl on the low, make a sad girl get a bag off of no hope And then after, I ask for a box and a rope and I hear an applause as I cough and I choke Perpetual chip on my shoulder, I'm tired of fakin' this shit like a poser Attention is gone in a second, these battles be endless, I'm built like a soldier To the women who tend to my issues, just bring me some tissues if you gon' come over And a bottle of liquor make therapy quicker, I'll regret this shit when I'm older I've written about all the good times, I've sung a few songs of the bad I lie to myself that I'm happy, then after, I feel I've been had I ask what the price of my peace is if I can exploit it to cop a new bag Y'all met me before I was angry, but excuse me, I'm 'bout to get mad Excuse me, I'm 'bout to get mad SongtexteExcuse me, I'm 'bout to get, 'bout to get Hol' up Pardon me, I'm gettin' pissed and I don't give a fuck what y'all think about it 'Cause y'all be mistakin' my trauma for drama and don't give a fuck 'less I sing about it My nigga, I been knew this shit was transactional, loner for life, that's the thing about it I'm already gone, I done been an addict I don't want your prayers, I've already had it I'm already sick, just asymptomatic 'Cause if I don't hide it, I seem dramatic From cryin' to smilin', that shit is magic Someone give me an Oscar for illest actress I'll be a symbol for hidden sadness that is doomed to come It get really tragic just to give your all in the midst of madness But what really count is how thick your cash is Perpetual chip on my shoulder, I'm tired of fakin' this shit like a poser My message is lost in the moment, blown up in my face, hand grenade, l'm a soldier Next time I'm out gettin' my toes done, I'll ask if it come with a tag If you think before I was angry, you don't wanna see me get mad Aus Songtexte Mania