[Verse 1: Chino XL]
Got the number of a psychologist to help me with my anxiety
(And you didn't call for eight months)
Because that gave me anxiety
And its a sick cyclic arsenic demented cell retententive downward spiral feeling in my spinal as I go through life without natural God given skills for emotional survival
And it's ill and trifle resign and
Stifle my own growth from an eternal perspective writing a journal of a psycho that's indicative with feelings of loneliness that are ice cold
My mind doesnt play a nice role and my thoughts are that of murdering my esthro
Dark and dismal she bought numb to the beast a little peace that's probably why I cease to ever want to let her go
Umm, where did this all start?
I had a homie that used to date her
She kept him calm and sedated he was rarely agitated
And that's definitely what I needed
My life was wrecked and defeated
Completely in madness and damaged
I was trying to put back my pieces
He introduced me to her the first time I was stuck
She made me think more highly of myself than anyone I had ever met
My friends that she wasn't loyal
There would never be jealousness
She was livin' like Hendrix did right next to Anthony Cleatus under the bridge
She became my muse quick
I secretely took her on tour
She had me covering up them high marks that students aren't rewarded for
She also funded what I sniffed
That made her my linebacker
One of her nicknames was smack, but I would never smack her
Then you gotta factor in the fact that I was at the point of suicide dead as a corpse spry that corresponds signs
From a childhood mind that was never designed to move beyond success of any kind
Your abandonment issues are running wild
I'm holding onto her like a lifeline
Hard, she's like a narcotic
Take the silver spoons you were born with
Heat up the liquid handcuffs inject it in my arm quick but keep it hush
Got the number of a psychologist to help me with my anxiety
(And you didn't call for eight months)
Because that gave me anxiety
And its a sick cyclic arsenic demented cell retententive downward spiral feeling in my spinal as I go through life without natural God given skills for emotional survival
And it's ill and trifle resign and
Stifle my own growth from an eternal perspective writing a journal of a psycho that's indicative with feelings of loneliness that are ice cold
My mind doesnt play a nice role and my thoughts are that of murdering my esthro
Dark and dismal she bought numb to the beast a little peace that's probably why I cease to ever want to let her go
Umm, where did this all start?
I had a homie that used to date her
She kept him calm and sedated he was rarely agitated
And that's definitely what I needed
My life was wrecked and defeated
Completely in madness and damaged
I was trying to put back my pieces
He introduced me to her the first time I was stuck
She made me think more highly of myself than anyone I had ever met
My friends that she wasn't loyal
There would never be jealousness
She was livin' like Hendrix did right next to Anthony Cleatus under the bridge
She became my muse quick
I secretely took her on tour
She had me covering up them high marks that students aren't rewarded for
She also funded what I sniffed
That made her my linebacker
One of her nicknames was smack, but I would never smack her
Then you gotta factor in the fact that I was at the point of suicide dead as a corpse spry that corresponds signs
From a childhood mind that was never designed to move beyond success of any kind
Your abandonment issues are running wild
I'm holding onto her like a lifeline
Hard, she's like a narcotic
Take the silver spoons you were born with
Heat up the liquid handcuffs inject it in my arm quick but keep it hush
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