Cyclothymia ft. Tyor

I go back and forth From legend to depression

And when That's the war The mission lacks precision

What I'm rapping for It isn't quite consistent

Pain is manageablem But it visits when I'm missing

Something I can't quite describe I myself pretty confused

I keep asking why do I Get in these shitty damn moods

Sometimes I would cry at night Wake up feeling that you

Can't fuck with me and I'm alive Bolts fly through me pikachu

I ain't never felt like this don't even wanna help my friends

Trust no one in hell I'm in this room it kinda smells like shit

All the bull spilled out wise lips they can't even spell righteous

A fucking hole I fell right in does it ring a bell white kid