Strugglin'

You dont know the way i’m strugglin
You don’t know how hard I try to fit myself in all these frames
Meds just hardly can outsmart me
So I still hate when It’s too crowdy and especially around my plate
I just need some more pills to control my shit
To control my shit, to control my shit
I just need some more pills to control my shit
To control my shit, to control my shit
My chest plate is home-sweet-home for a big and ugly piece of rock like this
I wonder why I let the world around me treat my heart like this?
How fast I became like on of them lames, that never reflect the bad things?
Sometimes, I felt like a sort of a dead man, I put a skull on my left wrist
But let’s just clarify about me
I’m the DIY-project that was assembled by me
I’m designed, I’m updated, and none of that shit was free
Solo-dolo, from the first to the last detail I picked
And I’m Burj Khalifa above you
Pop some Lilly pillies to remember them all, now it’s time to say «fuck you»
Pop some Xanax-Xanax to amaze so-called adequate individuals