HDMI No Signal (feat. MCP)

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Yung Mallet

Alternative hip hop artist from Staten Island, New York City more »

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Scream my lungs out to deaf ears
And waste my best years wishing I was never here
By June I'm wishing for a better year
I better fix myself but even when I'm fixed I still end up here
I still end up shattered, scattered then disappear
After I told myself I'd be stronger and persevere
I guess I'm bound to seem, like I'm to seams and threads that kept on fraying
Yet I'm way worse than I appear
I'm guess I'm bound to fail
Second chances always bountiful, I hold myself accountable but growth barely counts at all
The only time that I feel sane is when I'm taking adderall
Take my worst traits and add them all, stack them against my virtues
I could search inside my past and crawl around that vacant space
But I'll find nothing, just my past resolve
But my past is not resolved and my path has had me lost
I'm always out of place
Even in my very body, I know I'm out of place
Then I dissociate
It's like I'm stoned, but I'm sober with autopilot engaged
I'm always out of place
Even in my very body, I know I'm out of place
I either shock myself into the present or watch myself spiral into depression
From the holder of the gavel, the boulder to the gravel
My verdict eroding the grit of my travel
Living life is null when lulled by cavil
No fortitude forged, my weary mind unravels
I'm engorged and saturated
No longer animated
Exhausted countenance accounting for my aggravation
Frustrated, disappointed, disillusioned, used to constant confusion
Lifestyle of an artist, probably'll die at 21
Mental illness or a talent, shit, it's all the same to us
I can't cope with my emotions and I'm sick of lighting up
And I been drinking so much liquor that I can't even get drunk
I'm so used to feeling stuck that I might just give it up
I take about a hundred loses just to fantasize a dub
Toxic positivity, y'all say that things are looking up
But I'll always be bipolar, hate the lows, weary of ups
I'm always out of place
Even in my very body, I know I'm out of place
Then I dissociate
It's like I'm stoned, but I'm sober with autopilot engaged
I'm always out of place
Even in my very body, I know I'm out of place
I either shock myself into the present or watch myself spiral into depression
You said you always wanted more
But I gave you all I could afford
I'll take the knob from off the door
Before I ever let you back in my home
I get so low when we get stoned
Can't bare the wait of my own bones
My calls don't go through, no bars on my phone
There's not a singular reason to feel so alone

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