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Q (named kue /ˈkjuː/) is the seventeenth letter of the ISO basic Latin alphabet. more »

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Brought to my knees by the air that sends a breeze
I wished for relief but was given a strip tease
Physically free but under mental bondage, hope demolished, awaiting psychotherapy
Please
I swear you don't know what it feels like, feels fine, in time twist-tie my insides
The angel in me is glad that it's all over
The devil in me wants to give the cold-shoulder and die
I'm not fine, swear to God, man, I never been that
On borrowed time, that's why I'm at risk to relapse
On borrowed time, don't have the luxury to relax
Redact my knack and take my Prozac
Reading more words than that of a text message
Lie to the doctor, send me home without confession
In the back of my mind, suicide resides
I wonder if I even really learned my lesson
I guess I didn't cause I'm here
Keeping it crystal clear
I stood up to my demon, why don't you go and grow a pair?
Looking in my room for me, I'm not there
Slit my wrist just in time to disappear
Rapping with bars, not singing with chords
Living life to the fullest on my own accord
I have my vices, I'll leave you to yours
Tend the grass, go and do your chores
Stupid boy
Ah shit
Eh, Q, bring the beat back
Effed up, man I was messed up, 12 in my house, I left on a stretcher
Extra
Extra money on my ledger, better
Brace for all the bad weather, brethren
I'm bringing a full storm when I get in the psych ward
I'm bringing my demons to sell them all to the lord
I'm rejecting the sedatives, or whatever they said it is
I'm breaking restraints, I think I must be Frank Gore
Pill after pill, I don't want no more
High consumption like a candy store
Raise a glass for death, raise a glass for a toast, on trazodone I overdosed
Got dang
I swear, you don't know what it feel like
Heart racing, light-headed, you don't know what it feel like
High as a kite but something ain't right
Approaching the ever-elusive white light
Brought to my knees by the air that sends a breeze
I wished for relief but was given a strip tease
Physically free but under mental bondage, hope demolished, awaiting psychotherapy
Please
I swear you don't know what it feels like, feels fine, in time twist-tie my insides
The angel in me is glad that it's all over
The devil in me wants to give the cold-shoulder

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