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Ted the Poet

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On my sad boy shit
Even so, that boy lit
Yeah
There's a God in you
Don't pray for me
Teddy!
I'm opening up on this one
Some of you won't f*ck with this one
That's okay
I got people waiting on me
They like, "Go Ted"
I just gotta find out how to get out of my own head
Is this really living
Or just a slow death?
Will I be defeated by my demons?
Is this code red?
I got people waiting on me
They like, "Go Ted"
I just gotta find out how to get out of my own head
Is this really living
Or just a slow death?
Will I be defeated by my demons?
Is this code red?
I got unbearable guilt
Been seven years, but I be carrying it still
It would be rare to be healed
Terrible deal, I give my therapist chills
Prosper the most in the highs
Like I've been honing my Rocket League aerial skills
Hiding the scarier feels
Ghosting you guys, that's how a barrier feels
That's how embarrassed I feel
Knowing I'm cryin' when I could be gettin' a mil'
I got impairment of will, someone inside telling me settle for nil
F*ck it, I wish he would die, but it's a guy I wouldn't threaten to kill
Known him since I was a child, I'm 25, it's like we're inseparable still
I got people waiting on me
They like, "Go Ted"
I just gotta find out how to get out of my own head
Is this really living
Or just a slow death?
Will I be defeated by my demons?
Is this code red?
I got people waiting on me
They like, "Go Ted"
I just gotta find out how to get out of my own head
Is this really living
Or just a slow death?
Will I be defeated by my demons?
Is this code red?
I had someone waiting on me
Now my bro dead
Family keep getting sicker
So who gon' be there when I progress
I don't got no time to waste
Just gotta find my way
I'm an acquired taste
I need more people to gas me up
No more applying brakes
I got an expiry date
I got a plan, but I don't got the final say
On top of that, climate change
I gotta hurry up due to these time constraints, ugh
My biggest fear's dying a failure
And I'm sitting here minding myself
But my mind's in my ear trying to tell me
That my lyrics aren't highly developed
And my career isn't likely to sell much
I wipe my tears, eyes are dry, then they well up
Spiral deep, I'm really fighting depression
Dark cloud, when I try to pick my head up, I get enveloped
Look in the mirror like who is that fella?
That Ted the Poet you all know and love is the man I'm a shell of, I'm so—
Only so much a man can take
I've had enough!
I've had enough!
Eugh!

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