Face is clean but my conscience is dirty

Yr brkng my h^rt

I'm sick in my head, ♥♥♥♥♥, swear I'm going mental
Smoke an ounce, it was helpful
Shining like the devil, Perkies in the Red Bull

Gave up hope, I can finally start living
I'm a robot, I let the drugs give me feelings
When I'm too drunk I can't talk with my feelings
I don't talk to girls they only talk 'bout their feelings
No gravity, cuz' my boys in the building
They can't let me in so I climb to the ceiling
A knife in your face will make you pray to religion
When the money's gone, I have to pray for a million
I'm poor

ALL IWANNA SEE IS 1080 P BUT REALITY KEEPS ME On 240.

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