Bottled Up Emotions Lyrics

Yeah you really wanna be me?

I don't think you don't (oh)

I been stuck

I been stuck in a zone (oh)

The Devil want me to let go (oh)

Feeling like my souls already gone

(Yeah) You really wanna be me? I don't think you don't

Every night I close my eyes and fall down the same hole (oh)

And what do I do about it?

I smoke another bowl (oh)

Tryna get high to leave my thought in my mind

Bottled up emotions (uh)

Fuck my ex she was in my room mixin and crafting potions

She almost got me one time mixed it with my fuckin lotion

And I always knew she wasn't the one she was on the low end

Swear to god she was a Cheeto girl the way she fuckin posing

If I saw her in IRL I'd make sure the Glock's loaded

Then aim it at her forehead

Repetition some time I feel like the drugs got me in this position (yeah)

Try and take my shit away ima grab the mother fucking smithing

See do you really wanna be me

All you got is a chop with a beam

With some Wak and some green

And a addict since 03

The devil continues to grab me by my wrist and tells me to take these

I was always told not to pass up nothing free

So I proceeded to take these

Wondering if the money is gonna change something

Wondering if the money is gonna work some way

Wondering if the cash is gonna take me out my brain make me feel okay

Wondering if the cash is gonna make me feel okay

Yeah you really wanna be? I don't think you don't

Sittin' in my room smoking this blunt all alone

Two pills to the face got my eyes dropping can't even unlock my phone

Yeah you really wanna be me I don't think you don't!