Tekster:
I Hate Myself Kind Of A Long Way Down

the window instead of the door. Now I'm alone up on the fourteenth floor. But I'm not high. I'm not high. She said good-bye, and I don't know why.

It's still a war in all the stress and yes freaks will dance or die A long long way to find the one We'll keep on dancing till she comes These dreams

a certain kind of way when they walk So, since the first day in it I made a promise to myself I was gonna make it happen that's the way I felt You know

of a sudden I'm a fuckin mad man who screams Like I'm 'Pac but I'm not, enemies, Hennesy Actin like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm CRAZY Sweat drip, get

I do what I do for the sake of symmetry, I'd rather conjure spirits than imagery, I'm a fruitcake to the done mc, I'm the I'd rather have fun mc,

kind has be to long Drowning myself in a bottle but nothings...wrong And I knew you before they did... Sitting up a sleeping roll in your eyes You did it, you did it I

and I'll tell you why 'Cause I never like the way you treated anyone Especially your own kind It's so strange sometimes, I wanna, I wanna know why Why

ended till I Rose, I roared aloud here I will I am. I am I will So no longer Will I Lay down Lay dead Play this Kneel down Gun-shy Martyr Pitiful I rose

next, bitch? Gotta wear a vest 'cause I paranoid as shit I gotta survive, I gotta survive, I gotta survive Who wants to know I wanna die? But the only way I