[Chorus: ChrispyD]
I can't think straight, I can't sleep
This ain't normal right now, I can't eat
I got the cold sweats and I can't breathe
I know there's something wrong with me, yeah, ay
[Verse 1: ChrispyD]
Stress is eating me alive
I think I'll pop a pill or maybe four or five
Overthinking when I don't stay occupied
My memory is shot but it has quite not died
My value's been abandoned
My head could be examined
Oftentimes, I wonder if I have long term damage
Upstairs, upstairs, upstairs in my dome
I'm fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, and it shows
[Chorus: ChrispyD]
I can't think straight, I can't sleep
This ain't normal right now, I can't eat
I got the cold sweats and I can't breathe
I know there's something wrong with me, yeah, ay
[Verse 2: Jackie Platinum]
I said I know there's something wrong with me
I cannot think straight, I am twisted up because I'm tossed away
And I got my cash up, my glass up, I pray for harmony
Say, oh, bitch, I'm movin' with Magic like Hardaway
I was ballin' yesterday but I'm a fuckin' star today
Say, oh, bitch, I'm losin' my mind the proper way
Now I can't think straight
Even though these days don't get great
And I'm not a fuckin' ingrate but I know I deserve more
No, no, I can't think straight
I can't think straight, I can't sleep
This ain't normal right now, I can't eat
I got the cold sweats and I can't breathe
I know there's something wrong with me, yeah, ay
[Verse 1: ChrispyD]
Stress is eating me alive
I think I'll pop a pill or maybe four or five
Overthinking when I don't stay occupied
My memory is shot but it has quite not died
My value's been abandoned
My head could be examined
Oftentimes, I wonder if I have long term damage
Upstairs, upstairs, upstairs in my dome
I'm fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, and it shows
[Chorus: ChrispyD]
I can't think straight, I can't sleep
This ain't normal right now, I can't eat
I got the cold sweats and I can't breathe
I know there's something wrong with me, yeah, ay
[Verse 2: Jackie Platinum]
I said I know there's something wrong with me
I cannot think straight, I am twisted up because I'm tossed away
And I got my cash up, my glass up, I pray for harmony
Say, oh, bitch, I'm movin' with Magic like Hardaway
I was ballin' yesterday but I'm a fuckin' star today
Say, oh, bitch, I'm losin' my mind the proper way
Now I can't think straight
Even though these days don't get great
And I'm not a fuckin' ingrate but I know I deserve more
No, no, I can't think straight
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