Alfie the Artist - Twenty 5 Percent

They on to you
Boy I think they on to you
They see you spacing out again
They think it's lonely too
With all the shit up in your head
Maybe you tell the truth
That if the rules don't break or bend
They'll be the death of you
And honestly, I don't do well with honesty
I become who you want
And go with what you're calling me
That bothers me
But I come by it honestly
Guess I'm getting lit
Cause I'm my own worst enemy
I feel crazy
My mind is racing
Can someone save me cause
I feel crazy
I Guess
Out of a hundred i'm about twenty-five percent
With the stress more or less
Is a monster under my bed
I think that I'll detach instead
And their eyes light up
When they ask about my origin
Turning into fuck your past
Move on, we'll call you born again
That shit don't last
Depression just kept pouring in
Over and over again
It's like this shit never ends
I feel crazy
My mind is racing
Can someone save me cause
I feel crazy
I feel crazy
My mind is racing
Can someone save me cause
I feel crazy

Written by:
Alfonso Wadholm, Nicholas Tucker

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