Fight The Sheets

Fight The Sheets

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a piece from the perspective of addiction lyrics by jkoerner music by rujay beats " good night" Hey j Calm down  it's okay It's so late  Not now Have a great day Stop digging a hole for your self In the ground Or you Won't climb out It's bogus  Can't focus It's hopeless  All I know is   I can't control this Balls in motion me in an ocean Of bad emotions I can't control this I'm restless  Need resten  the stress is   starting to stretch my chest I'm ingestin Diphenhydramine It slows the breathing Maybe Even if I had a couple of hours of sleep in But the dreams would come at me like it's Hunting season  bottles in arm reach There's no reason for  Exceeding the dose the drink this evenin When it feels like my whole danm bodies  Bleeding Six drinks down now  Put it down  Pick it up Things start to get repetitive Can I edit it Take out the ruts this sucks I'm fucked  my man I really gotta get ahead of this Punch the bed frame  ,. My Anger is so evident  230 in the morning And I'm feel like like it's ten am I've counted all my sheep I guess it's time to start again Why can't I go to sleep With out gobbling a sedative? All you wanna  do is go to sleep  Keep turning keep turning Edges of your skin they feel the heat (again) It's burning it's burning Scratching at your chest  your not complete  Keep hurting keep hurting Without the thing you crave the most You fight the sheets good night Woke again Feel faded  Jaded  Not elated  No problems solved I'm just frustrated Eyes dilated And no dust made it From the celebrating Broke again No kidding Livid I'm not winning  This whole life game  I'm just not with it   I need my fixin So I sell my shit so I can right my feelings  Gotta rush my  Dumbass  To right side Of the town Where the  drugs lie Don't slow down Cause it's crunch time  Buy bag of the white lines Speed up like a  Punch flys Cops   lights Thank God that they drove by Gotta sack of that Nose spice  Break it out with key size Bump get the volume up Second dose  I'ma glow like a stove pipe Wait a minute I'm inna funny position thinking the current rendition of the shit that I'm sniffin maybe has an  additional couple substances in it the whole body is racing and my vision is spinning I Lost control of the whip And I think I just hit a  building now My chests really hurting  it's getting  harder to breath in I'm feeling scared all the sudden cause my heart isn't beating I'm feeling tired as fuck but this time I don't think this is sleepin

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@arthurthephilosopher I appreciate you bro!

4 days ago

this shit burns my 🔊 fuckin melting to my seat the beat and flow is fighting dooope!!!! gatta hit repeat

4 days ago

@JB_AlwaysHonest thanks bro!

5 days ago

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