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don ryan – streams lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
i been tryin’ way too hard to write the way i been feelin
i started feelin’ like i couldn’t resonate with me
and this being is bein’ the key sin to seeing
true shades of f-cking colors
but f-ck, all i see is f-ckin’ black
as of late my f-cking back’s been cut
and my throat been gashed
and my wrists, sh-t, they clean
i just want my brain in tack
a 12 foot tack with barbed wire in tact
in fact, i’m thinkin what i lack is the right friends
in fact, it’s like i’m centered in a frame with huge margins and a letterbox
in a letterman, in a hot box
while i’m breathin’ down the neck of crack rocks
tryna’ f-ck a fat box
f-ck i’m feelin’ boxed in
locked in, no one to talk with
it’s a problem i’ve never f-cked with
never had to
but now i’m lucked out
feeling sh-t just way too fast
it’s ’cause i fell in (bleep) just way too fast
and dropped the girl way too fast
and she got the last laugh
and now i’m sitting here lonely
feeling a little bit boney
feeling just like one of my homies
but he’s just a little depressed
i kinda’ laughed at him for being so sad
’cause life is so great
and so is fate
but f-ck that
and now i’m f-cked up
crying my eyes out and chunks of my skull
my limbic system has gotten out of control
and i just can’t think straight
my mind has out-walked my sole

[interlude]
yeah, and (bleep) her, and (bleep) her too
(bleep) him and (bleep) me too
and (bleep) me, boo
i’m tryna’ relieve the f-cking pain
so f-cking drain my soul of everything that’s in sane
yeah, i meant insane
and now i’m insane
tryna’ find my brain
tryna’ find my way
yeah, and i’m just f-cked
yeah, it’s just-it’s just f-cked up

[verse 2]
spittin’ it uncut
i’m p-ssed off
so i left my zipper undone
cuttin’ into my thoughts
make me wanna upchuck my lunch
and uppercut the slut
who wouldn’t shut the f-ck up, f-ck
but now i’m slowly healin’
wounded by the feelings of confusion so surreal, man
turned a good girl into a heel, now
she goin’ round playin’ deal or no deal, now
with the devil
at the point where i’d trade my soul for a bezel
and sell it for a benzy
and gift it to her out of henny, uh
so drunk in love like jay is for bey
and i’m just out of it
floatin’ down the stream of madness
floatin’ down the stream of madness

[outro]
so many streams, so many
so many streams, yeah
it’s emotional
emotional rollercoaster roller-ride
on a stream of madness
all these streams

- don ryan lyrics

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