Pulp Fiction Huskii (Ft. Grubbo)

[Intro: Huskii]
Makin' magic
Marsellus Wallace missus munted in the Maserati music
Mike Myers on a massacre in Marrickville type shit
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go

[Verse 1: Huskii]
People see me slippin, I ain’t been at my best
I feel these demons tryna beat me with each beat in my chest
I don’t believe in myself
So how can I trust you when I can’t even trust my brain to stop from dreaming of death?
I wonder why I let bitches in just to see I’m a mess
Never taught myself to deal, I’d rather bleed and forget
Told myself I ran away because she needed a rest
But I was scared to say I need you, that’s the reason I left
I hate you see I’m depressed
And you know I got battle scars
I’m scared to show her so I use these drugs to help camouflage
I hate the way I was made, she think I don’t have a heart
When things are going good, I’d run away and self-sabotage
I got trust issues, I run from the truth
I swear I’d rather been in pain than feel as numb as I do
And this drug misuse just left me fuckin' confused
We gettin further apart with every substance we use