help_urself 2

[Intro: Ezekiel] I hate you though [Verse 1: Ezekiel] I hate you though We gon' make this work through Gone broke again off the dro' Headaches when I'm coming home When the suns out, I'm gone Mistakes on someone Getting tired of being had They're getting tired of me being sad Bottom of the lake in a bag I feel— [Verse 2: Siiickbrain, Ezekiel] I'm feeling it deeply, it's making me mad I tried to say it, but you misunderstand I dream of nothingness, but I'll reach for your hand Think of all the shit we could've had Everyone is on the run Bullets seem like they're falling from the sun I really thought I was the one I want something I can't touch I really hate it so much My skin's made of scars Didn't mean to break your trust But they made it so hard Everyone is on the run Bullets seem like they're falling from the sun I really thought I was the one I want something I can't touch I really hate it so much My skin's made of scars Didn't mean to break your trust But they made it so hard (Bottom of the lake in a bag) [Verse 3: Ezekiel] I feel it's time now, any day Been a while since I felt this way Under skin and the flesh decay 'Bout time someone took my place In this time I met myself It's a broke life in a cell Stay in don't help yourself