IFCKane - F'ed Up

Put your hands high if you know you're fucked up
Put your hands high if you know
Missing your reply made a grown man cry
For the last time, for the last time
I ain't letting shit slide, if I see you on sight, yeah
This ain't gonna be like the last time
Put your hands high put your hands high
Yeah, if this is how it feels every damn time
Why the baseline sitting here on standby
It's a damn crime
I'm so damn tired

Yo, you got me screaming at a wall I think I'm losing it
Every night, curing out your demons with a crucifix
The cruelest shit
I'm thinking maybe I should just get used to this
You chew me up and spit me out
I lose with every truth you pick
Fuck
That's unhealthy
You unhelpful as hell, you need help, G
As well as some perspective and some wake up calls
I hope it doesn't take too long
But knowing you, inculpable
You wonder what the hate is for
But truthfully some things I had to figure out myself
I couldn't look in the mirror if I needed help
My validation was external
In that search for live eternal
That them fairy tales had promised me
Problem was hearing honesty
But here goes

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Can you tell me whose cries for help were loudest of all
But then you showed me how I changed and rearranged, evolved
Now instead of asking why, on the real
Man, I ain't missing your reply

Missing your reply made a grown man cry
For the last time, for the last time
I ain't letting shit slide, if I see you it's on sight, yeah
This ain't gonna be like the last time
Put your hands high put your hands high
Yeah, if this is how it feels every damn time
Why the baseline sitting here on standby
It's a damn crime
I'm so damn tired
Yeah, yeah

Written by:
Kamau Stewart

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