
Malnourished - Chopped & Screwed ONI INC.
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Everywhere I go everybody says the same shit (shut it)
Everywhere I look everybody rock the same image (oh)
Every single second I am haunted by the thought of
Am I good enough
Am I
Am I good enough
(Tell me)
All clones
Barely breathing but I look great I know
These engines run on empty, but, I’m low
I’d do anything to just feel like myself I don’t like myself
Everywhere I go everybody says the same shit (shut it)
Everywhere I look everybody rock the same image (oh)
Every single second I am haunted by the thought of
Am I good enough
Am I
Am I good enough
I think my mental health is in decline
Tryin to find out when I crossed the line
Sever ties, how I’m inclined
I feel like powder from the daily grind
Time reminds me that I’m dying
Taking tolls upon my psyche
Might be
That the roles we play are minimal
Demons focus on the principles
Clouding my skull with no interval
My dreams
Slowly feel like few and far between
Know what I mean, the evil it keeps me
Creeping up while I’m asleep
Fetal and meaningless
Veto my ego and I digress
Know we glow even though I’m a mess
Hoping we go through ceiling, and on to the next
Everywhere I look everybody rock the same image (oh)
Every single second I am haunted by the thought of
Am I good enough
Am I
Am I good enough
(Tell me)
All clones
Barely breathing but I look great I know
These engines run on empty, but, I’m low
I’d do anything to just feel like myself I don’t like myself
Everywhere I go everybody says the same shit (shut it)
Everywhere I look everybody rock the same image (oh)
Every single second I am haunted by the thought of
Am I good enough
Am I
Am I good enough
I think my mental health is in decline
Tryin to find out when I crossed the line
Sever ties, how I’m inclined
I feel like powder from the daily grind
Time reminds me that I’m dying
Taking tolls upon my psyche
Might be
That the roles we play are minimal
Demons focus on the principles
Clouding my skull with no interval
My dreams
Slowly feel like few and far between
Know what I mean, the evil it keeps me
Creeping up while I’m asleep
Fetal and meaningless
Veto my ego and I digress
Know we glow even though I’m a mess
Hoping we go through ceiling, and on to the next
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