Throwing out my guts making love with my substance
Dunce hat suspect, dumbass till my breath
Stops, coughs and wonders where my options went
Stop talking to God once the skies got wet
Pause
Yo there's the respect
Calamity sanity's slipping, and panic it slipped in
My manic existence
My friends and family all on Xanax prescriptions
Time's the greatest distance between two ellipses
This is the misfit fitting his fist in his lips bit
I miss this kid they insisted I was once
Must have slit-wristed his tongue dumb
Sundering havoc cried in a sing-song
With the dogs of war slipped, I dipped
Got a grip, made a list, made some shit
Wrote a bit
Focused in on the wits I've been holding since
Cousin to an aneurysm and an apparition's kid
Choking on my smoke till the last of it lifts
Like the ashes of the past that my family hid
I've been managing it
But the damage is did, done and dumb
So I f*cking love everyone who loved what I done
So this songbirds run outta songs left to sung
I may not be God. F*ck I might be his Son. Dumb
Dumb_heavy - Help (feat. Bug Love) Lyrics
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Throwing out my guts making love with my substance
Dunce hat suspect, dumbass till my breath
Stops, coughs and wonders where my options went
Stop talking to God once the skies got wet
Pause
Yo there's the respect
Calamity sanity's slipping, and panic it slipped in
My manic existence
My friends and family all on Xanax prescriptions
Time's the greatest distance between two ellipses
This is the misfit fitting his fist in his lips bit
I miss this kid they insisted I was once
Must have slit-wristed his tongue dumb
Sundering havoc cried in a sing-song
With the dogs of war slipped, I dipped
Got a grip, made a list, made some shit
Wrote a bit
Focused in on the wits I've been holding since
Cousin to an aneurysm and an apparition's kid
Choking on my smoke till the last of it lifts
Like the ashes of the past that my family hid
I've been managing it
But the damage is did, done and dumb
So I f*cking love everyone who loved what I done
So this songbirds run outta songs left to sung
I may not be God. F*ck I might be his Son. Dumb
Dunce hat suspect, dumbass till my breath
Stops, coughs and wonders where my options went
Stop talking to God once the skies got wet
Pause
Yo there's the respect
Calamity sanity's slipping, and panic it slipped in
My manic existence
My friends and family all on Xanax prescriptions
Time's the greatest distance between two ellipses
This is the misfit fitting his fist in his lips bit
I miss this kid they insisted I was once
Must have slit-wristed his tongue dumb
Sundering havoc cried in a sing-song
With the dogs of war slipped, I dipped
Got a grip, made a list, made some shit
Wrote a bit
Focused in on the wits I've been holding since
Cousin to an aneurysm and an apparition's kid
Choking on my smoke till the last of it lifts
Like the ashes of the past that my family hid
I've been managing it
But the damage is did, done and dumb
So I f*cking love everyone who loved what I done
So this songbirds run outta songs left to sung
I may not be God. F*ck I might be his Son. Dumb
Writer: Michael Feder
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