
Break Down Vin Jay
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[Chorus]
Hey, livin' like a mess, tryna numb my pain
Battlin' the demons in my mind all day
Either I'm fucked up or I'm insane
Pop a pill, have a drink, don't break down
Hey, livin' like a mess, tryna numb my pain
Battlin' the demons in my mind all day
Either I'm fucked up or I'm insane
Pop a pill, have a drink, don't break down
[Verse 1]
Let's flash back to a moment in time
When I was just a troubled youth tryna cope with his mind
With psychedelics, cocaine and some smokin aside
When I was broke and overdosed and was hopin' to die
Yeah, I guess the damaged of feelin' fuckin' abandoned
Left me torn so I was slammin' like every drug I was handed
I managed 'til I ran out then ravaged through my dad's house
Gather all my shit so I could sell it for a bag now
I couldn't tell that I was losin' myself
And that the drugs only added to confusion I felt
And when the homies hit me up I was refusing to help
'Cause I was busy tryna make a fuckin' noose with a belt
But I was lonely and sick of feelin' depressed
I was runnin' out of options and ways to cope with the stress
I thought I'd feel bliss when the reaper came to collect
'Cause I'm done with the pain
Id rather hang to my death and say
Hey, livin' like a mess, tryna numb my pain
Battlin' the demons in my mind all day
Either I'm fucked up or I'm insane
Pop a pill, have a drink, don't break down
Hey, livin' like a mess, tryna numb my pain
Battlin' the demons in my mind all day
Either I'm fucked up or I'm insane
Pop a pill, have a drink, don't break down
[Verse 1]
Let's flash back to a moment in time
When I was just a troubled youth tryna cope with his mind
With psychedelics, cocaine and some smokin aside
When I was broke and overdosed and was hopin' to die
Yeah, I guess the damaged of feelin' fuckin' abandoned
Left me torn so I was slammin' like every drug I was handed
I managed 'til I ran out then ravaged through my dad's house
Gather all my shit so I could sell it for a bag now
I couldn't tell that I was losin' myself
And that the drugs only added to confusion I felt
And when the homies hit me up I was refusing to help
'Cause I was busy tryna make a fuckin' noose with a belt
But I was lonely and sick of feelin' depressed
I was runnin' out of options and ways to cope with the stress
I thought I'd feel bliss when the reaper came to collect
'Cause I'm done with the pain
Id rather hang to my death and say
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