
I Don’t Know, Feel Diluted Sybyr
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[Intro]
I don't know, feel diluted
I don't know (Landfill), I don't know
[Chorus]
I don't know, I don't know, feel diluted
I don't know, I don't know, feel diluted
I don't know, I don't know, feel diluted
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, feel diluted
I don't know, I don't know, feel diluted
I don't know, I don't know, feel diluted
I don't know, I don't know
[Verse]
I don't know, I'm digging holes in the ground
Melancholic like my soul, double backing like a bitch
Have 'em take over the ship, trading places if you wish
End up tryna fall from cliffs, cliffs, yeah
Sour eyes from all sides, all sides
Antiseptic for my spine, fuck tryin'
Like, any step I take, I'm stepping out of line
Keep bugging, shit, my brain already fried
Arguing with internal stimuli
They call it the schiz, whatever it is? They might not be lying
Doing just fine, like shit, bottle pills on my side
Not going back for teeny tiny shit, but I know they conspirin'
I don't know, feel diluted
I don't know (Landfill), I don't know
[Chorus]
I don't know, I don't know, feel diluted
I don't know, I don't know, feel diluted
I don't know, I don't know, feel diluted
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, feel diluted
I don't know, I don't know, feel diluted
I don't know, I don't know, feel diluted
I don't know, I don't know
[Verse]
I don't know, I'm digging holes in the ground
Melancholic like my soul, double backing like a bitch
Have 'em take over the ship, trading places if you wish
End up tryna fall from cliffs, cliffs, yeah
Sour eyes from all sides, all sides
Antiseptic for my spine, fuck tryin'
Like, any step I take, I'm stepping out of line
Keep bugging, shit, my brain already fried
Arguing with internal stimuli
They call it the schiz, whatever it is? They might not be lying
Doing just fine, like shit, bottle pills on my side
Not going back for teeny tiny shit, but I know they conspirin'
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