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• Artiste: Barrakuda McMurder
• Titre: Prelude To Some Bullshit
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Can't breathe, Can't sit still, Can't think, Don't think that I will Make out okay, I'll never figure out a way to get it done I still read all the signs wrong. Don't feel like I belong Anywhere, to anyone, This shit's no fun And if I knew what I was doing I would've done something before But I never know what I'm doing and now I'm fucking up more and more I'm so, so tired of hiding out instead of tabling my balls I don't sleep too well, I can already tell I won't deal with this well at all Every day's a little different, Every day's a little fucking worse Stay buried in my headphones, Cross your fingers I'm not cursed I'm high atop Mt. Bullshit and she's dying to erupt I'm still not sleeping, I should wake the fuck up What the fuck am I doing here? Where the fuck have you gone? What the fuck am I supposed to do now? Where the fuck did I go wrong? Things can only get better, Or is that just in my head? At least nothing can kill me 'cause I'm already sort of dead Brain's gone dead, Nothing in my head