Boogieman Songtext

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Now my stomach gets sick
Can’t get the hang of it
Give you all that you want from me

I woke up sweaty in bed
Almost forgot that
I’m haunted by the boogieman
Oh what a fuckhead
I tried to bust it and ran
But I’m a circuithead

Couldn’t get my feet on the ground
St-st-st-stomping
I knocked my head on the shin
Had a concussion
Couldn’t turn my faith around
Ain’t no discussion

I saw his bloody grin I started rushing
Scared away my melanin
B-b-b-blushing

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My guts are cramping
Think I might hit a wall

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Now my stomach gets sick
Can’t get the hang of it
Give you all that you want from me

He threw round like a brick
I almost shattered
Made me feel like meat on a stick
Never felt better
While I was spinning it clicked
That it don’t matter
It’s cause I can’t handle my shit
Get it together
He started losing his grip
I thought whatever
Ask him who the fuck is you with
He said my pleasure
I’m all the weight that you lift
Your body pressure
Pointing out it would be legit
If you do lesser
Your state is a sign of a frail mind
I feel so lucky I found you to replace
The young fears
Used to standing in one line
I feel a hand and it’s gripping on to mine
I feel a hand and it’s gripping on to mine
I feel a hand and it’s gripping on to mine

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My guts are cramping
Think I might hit a wall

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Now my stomach gets sick
Can’t get the hang of it
Give you all that you want from me