dream machine
I get to high, smoking weed sipping on lean
im a different kind of animal, I'm untouchable
diamonds, gold, my biggest dreams all unfold
I don't give a shit, my heart is cold
the words " FUCK YOU" in bold
I bought every freaking lie you sold
I was told your bad luck
sucks to be me, haha that's what I get for never listing
but I ain't gone waste my time reminiscing
forget these old memories
and when I feel cloudy gray, I'll just pop another pill
because its the only thing that can fill the hole,
even if I lose my soul
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Author:
nehemiah adams (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Is it more of an admission or an announcement?
I think its both yk
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