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Oh God, I don't wanna feel like this Oh God, nothing that these days won't fix Oh Lord, I don't wanna be like this My thoughts, pill up on my mind, no drip Oh God, I don't wanna feel like this Oh God, nothing that these days won't fix Oh Lord, I don't wanna be like this My thoughts, pill up on my mind, no drip, no drip I don't wanna settle with the drama Rip it from my face, you couldn't kill it with the karma Seven days away but I know seven's a disaster Seven, seven, you should know by now Asking for a rollie or a paper Rock up to your door, I make you rip it through a gater I been with this shit since I was 14 with retainer Billabong shirt and my kicks lookin' Kmart (Oi) You should know I'm gonna flick it like a rhino Seven days away but I was seven sippin' Milo Now I'm 24 I burn the place up like a pyro I could spit a friend since I was sittin' playin' Spyro (True) I can feel the recall, got a head of tin foil Swear it on my jeans that I could hold my own For a bit of Pete's sake, I should hold a switchblade Letras de cancionesBut I never dreamed that it could be my fault Oh God, I don't wanna feel like this Oh God, nothing that these days won't fix Oh Lord, I don't wanna be like this My thoughts, pill up on my mind, no drip Oh God, I don't wanna feel like this Oh God, nothing that these days won't fix Oh Lord, I don't wanna be like this My thoughts, pill up on my mind, no drip, no drip Oh I feel my bones like butter Ayy-yay Young pup still back with the savagery if they want the drama Still keep on padding this broken heart with designer armour I'm on that [go up against?] Spending them so exotically Head still spinning like pottery, swerve right, just won the lottery I shiver and shed a tear thinking 'bout what could've been So bitter sweet, baby back it up like a jelly bean She graduated, so gorgeous, I had to take the stand Head relieve pressure 'cause shawty she do it on demand Get up, I dreamt a lot inside these silk pyjamas Sit up, I'm red but rode in on a [?] banana My liver murderous, happiness never heard of us Demons I cannot rid 'em, bubble boy in the kitchen, oh I can feel the recall, got a head of tin foil Swear it on my jeans that I could hold my own For a bit of Pete's sake, I should hold a switchblade But I never dreamed that it could be my fault Oh God, I don't wanna feel like this Oh God, nothing that these days won't fix Oh Lord, I don't wanna be like this My thoughts, pill up on my mind, no drip Oh God, I don't wanna feel like this Oh God, nothing that these days won't fix Oh Lord, I don't wanna be like this My thoughts, pill up on my mind, no drip, no drip No High From Letras Mania