WHYSEVERYTHINGFEELWEIRD by William Crooks Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Why's everything feel weird?
Why's everything feel weird, man?
I don't understand
Fear
I'm standing on the roof looking down
Wondering if I could touch the ground from up here
Imma do a fucking backflip if I'm gon' do it
Suicide is cool now, I seen it in the movies
When I die, put my roses in the fucking dirt
I don't wanna smell 'em anyway, can I get to church?
Preach

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Before I bite my tongue, bitch, break my teeth
Please
I don't wanna feel you anymore, I wanna feel free
Before I bite my tongue, bitch, break my teeth
Please
I don't wanna feel you anymore
[Chorus]
Got a lot of feelings
All sad on the floor looking at the ceiling
I should buy a new 9-milli and blow my fucking brains out
Got a lot of feelings
All sad on the floor looking at the ceiling
I should buy a new 9-milli and blow my fucking brains out

[Verse 2]
Imma sell my soul 'cause that shit don't mean a fucking thing
Watch me go and spend it on a chain
Imma put a 24-karat bullet in my brain
Yuh, money on my mind, life in the drain
Grey skies here feel like 2012
Books I used to read, dust on the shelf
Everything I lost, throw me to the dogs
Leave me in the woods can I get a God
Damn

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Before I reach too far, bitch, break my hands
Plans
I try not to think that far ahead, do you understand?
Before I reach too far, bitch, break my hands
Plans
I try not to think that far ahead
[Chorus]
Got a lot of feelings
All sad on the floor looking at the ceiling
I should buy a new 9-milli and blow my fucking brains out
Got a lot of feelings
All sad on the floor looking at the ceiling
I should buy a new 9-milli and blow my fucking brains out

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 3]
Hopped out the window with a quick escape
Hit the pavement running, all this pain I feel
'least I still feel something
Would you even understand? (Yeah)
I moved to the city just to feel alone
Millions of people look right past me and I feel at home
I don't exist in the crowd, I sit on my throne
All this weight on my shoulders, rest it on the chrome

[Chorus]
Got a lot of feelings (got a lot of feelings)
All sad on the floor looking at the ceiling
I should buy a new 9-milli and blow my fucking brains out
Got a lot of feelings (got a lot of feelings)
All sad on the floor looking at the ceiling
I should buy a new 9-milli and blow my fucking brains out
[Outro]
Got a lot of feelings (got a lot of feelings)
All sad on the floor looking at the ceiling
I should buy a new 9-milli and blow my fucking brains out
Got a lot of feelings (got a lot of feelings)
All sad on the floor looking at the ceiling
I should buy a new 9-milli and blow my fucking brains out