Hollywoood Lyrics

I'm fucked up

All of these worries (yup)

Suck up in my psyche (stuck up in my psyche)

Left on the sorry (left on the sorry)

On something that might be (on something that might be)

Harder to cope (heart of the cult)

It's pressed on lightly (It's pressed on lightly)

Feeling so deep, BPD or IE

Either way my mood gonna change

Minutes I'm ecstatic, the next I'm up in panic

Having to re-read the manual

Start to reap like annually

This outside misconception that I'm doing fine

Deja vu, she asked me how my music's going

Bleeding out of the lies I say good (ugh)

But bleeding out in rhyme, check your view

The darker truth is woven in my noose (yup)

Apart of you

The 27th of the 8th

But I'm the only one who's opened it enough

To say it's loose I

I was locked up, not even a cigarette (nah)

Was fucked up, not letting thoughts digest (yea, yea)

They took my laces from everything I own

Was brokenhearted but the only scar was on my arm (yea)

Pills for a schizophrenic, they threw me into a clinic

Two inches from my death, the table's looking like my neck

Can no one feel my pain? I guess not (nah)

So round my throne It's has placed

I'm hung upon my fate again (shit)

Felt like every day was the same, I smoked some chronic (chronic)

Just to feel a little something back when I was numb (numb)

Get addicted to that feeling cause I stress about none

I run away from (trigger) fingers pressing on that gun

(you're still a young man, baby)