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Rockit Music - Green (Rainbow Friends) lyrics

Artist: Rockit Music

album: Green (Rainbow Friends)


Most days, I hate myself
I walk my head from running
I'm sick with something else
I bet my end is coming
Sick with it, sick with it
Sick acidic chemical
Sick with it, sick with it
Sick acidic chemical
Yes, I'm with a sickness and it's hitting different
Unfortunately, I can't witness any crimes committed
But I envision what it looks like when it gets to bone
Touch my fingers to the wetness of a steady flow
I'm envious of anyone who has friends
Anything bad that I do, I swear that I'll do it again and again
Scary, I'm lost in the head
Bury me, gone when I'm dead
Lonely, I long for revenge
But I'm just a fraud in the end
Most days, I hate myself
I walk my head from running
I'm sick with something else
I bet my end is coming
Sick with it, sick with it
Sick acidic chemical
Sick with it, sick with it
Sick acidic chemical
There's a part of me somewhere underneath, yeah
Someone outta sorts with their mind under siege
I'm a nauseating lunatic, green around the gills
So I scarf 'em down like candy
Get my hands on any pills that I can because I'm starving
Climbing up to top the hill
And I'm sweating through my skin
God, I gotta stop the feels
Yes, I'm definitely actually mentally ill
So I eat away the pain 'cause my identity kills
Most days I hate myself
I walk my head from running
I'm sick with something else
I bet my end is coming
Sick with it, sick with it
Sick acidic chemical
Sick with it, sick with it
Sick acidic chemical
I guess some people fear that I'm evil
But how could you even fear a guy with eyes that are googly, uneven?
I'm out here trying my best, even the odds for the rest
My anxiety's about to burst my heart out my chest
I'm here to menace aggressively
Take my meds on occasion
See, I'm a liability, can't even see what's in front of me
And for those who continue to suffer through this abuse
Know that I want this to end too
Na, na, na-na-na-na
Na, na, na-na-na-na
Na, na, na-na-na-na
Na, na, na-na-na-na
Most days I hate myself
I walk my head from running
I'm sick with something else
I bet my end is coming
Sick with it, sick with it
Sick acidic chemical
Sick with it, sick with it
Sick acidic chemical

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