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Allister Williams - Thirteenth Reason Lyrics

Tired of my mood change just like the seasons
I life a life of constant appeasement
Pushing me scared when I fall off the deep end
I don't need no one cause fakes steady leeching
It's no surrender I'm never conceding
Even if my veins torn up and bleeding
Even if the cops come fuck they speaking
I don't need help bitch I need to get fees

I don't need Xanax I'd rather smoke weed
But folks really acting like that killing beats
I start forest fires only fucking with trees
I got so many friends that ignoring my screams

I been triеd of fighting but they think I'm lying
Im this close to dying and all that they worriеd bout what I been hiding
I been working on tapes for so long but you never once looked what's inside it
Poking the bear then you're scared he'll get violent
Threaten with sirens but you never once looked in the silence
Bet you never gone listen play strings from the violin
Don't really care if I die or live
Fuck it though I swear I always been hated
Feeling like every ounce of pain I've faced was fated
(FUCK)
It's my life my choice if I take it
Want to die for years I been patient
Dead inside somehow I been waiting
But I'm close to endless vacation

Roll up a blunt and get medicated
Try confront all these problems I mitigated
To you it's some shitty verse I created
But to me it's how I'm finna make it

Slamming my head into walls I can't function
Off robutussin fighting concussions
Up at the crossroads you missed the junction
Speaking with Lucifer he said Leviathan gate up the dungeon

Fuck everyone
Fuck the world
Never felt trust and I'll never fall off with these drops they be pearls
Thought I had friends that's real turned out to be squirrels
But I'll still claim King not no goddamn earl
With these drops I hurl

Cause I tried to be nice but nobody was nodding in
Now the Lion Mane caught in rage and he opening coffin lids
Drop you then drop you in
Bet yo ass sorry you condescend
My inner God not a protestant
That mean I don't care about your acknowledgement
I'd rather stack then count the bread and dip
I know that these hoes steady talking shit
But they silent whenever I'm walking in
Now the Lion Mane fed up of oxygen