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carlos bermudes
Songwriter
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Lyrics
My skin slowly evaporates, throughout the day
But it also deteriorates
I'm out of place
Such an ongoing problem that I has to face
Tried resisting the pain but it never goes away
It might've been 2 years since it stayed
Momma's all worried that imma break out
Never was a doubt, but there was a doubt
So I take a med pill, and swallow with some water in my mouth
Just hope it doesn't go through the wrong hole
So I take some amounts just to be careful
And I stuff the fucking trucks, know I said it simple
But it was quick like popping the pimple, cause there were also issues
Imma pop that shit like a fucking missile
Imma let you fly into space like I'm Mrs. Frizzle
Imma pop that shit like a pistol, hold on
Imma listen to shit like Sex Pistols
And I get that shit cryptid messages like I'm crippled
Gettin everything, feeling like I'm writing a ritual
Hold on, I'm not done
It's schizophrenic, I cannot feel it
Im going crazy inside
I hope im not finished
I'm sorry about the things that I did
I hope you accept it
All the memories that I shed
I just paused it 'cause
I thought I would disappear
I'm at the past and everything feels like magic
Hope nothing's too tragic
Nothing will ever last there soon
What's happenin'
The walls are made of plastic
Nobody's ever passed it
Why do I ever last it?
Feel like Duralastin'
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