Head Hurterrr Harto Falión
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[Chorus]
My head hurts and the meds not working
From the start, I felt the end's not certain
I'm content knowing that life's not perfect
Ashes on my Prps on purpose
My feet aching, but I'm running from nothing
My legs hanging off the edge to feel something
It's a long journey, ain't no point in tryna rush it
You beat around the bush, I'd rather cut it
[Verse]
Time is money, don't be tryna waste mine
Life keep flowing, treat it like it's fine wine
It might get better, might not
Just take it how it is, and use whatever I don't got
Smoking gross and I sit back and I just let my mind rot
I'm floating, I ain't walking, and I feel like Frylock
Glasses foggy, I see clearly even when I hotbox
You know losers only win, but lately I been feeling lost
Either way, I'll find a way to make it out this shit alive
[Chorus]
My head hurts and the meds not working
From the start, I felt the end's not certain
I'm content knowing that life's not perfect
Ashes on my Prps on purpose
My feet aching, but I'm running from nothing
My legs hanging off the edge to feel something
It's a long journey, ain't no point in tryna rush it
You beat around the bush, I'd rather cut it
My head hurts and the meds not working
From the start, I felt the end's not certain
I'm content knowing that life's not perfect
Ashes on my Prps on purpose
My feet aching, but I'm running from nothing
My legs hanging off the edge to feel something
It's a long journey, ain't no point in tryna rush it
You beat around the bush, I'd rather cut it
[Verse]
Time is money, don't be tryna waste mine
Life keep flowing, treat it like it's fine wine
It might get better, might not
Just take it how it is, and use whatever I don't got
Smoking gross and I sit back and I just let my mind rot
I'm floating, I ain't walking, and I feel like Frylock
Glasses foggy, I see clearly even when I hotbox
You know losers only win, but lately I been feeling lost
Either way, I'll find a way to make it out this shit alive
[Chorus]
My head hurts and the meds not working
From the start, I felt the end's not certain
I'm content knowing that life's not perfect
Ashes on my Prps on purpose
My feet aching, but I'm running from nothing
My legs hanging off the edge to feel something
It's a long journey, ain't no point in tryna rush it
You beat around the bush, I'd rather cut it
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