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istasha - cognitive behavioral cryotherapy lyrics

[verse 1: ethan ross]
if they made a pill that would change how i feel
i would pop them all til the foam start to spill
horrors in my head, manifest into the real
shadows moving rapidly while i be laying still

grip so tight on the still for a thrill
temperature drop, catch chills through the [?]
numbers going crazy, i done f+cked up [?]
tell me if i fell, would you jump, jump in with me

[chorus: istasha]
empty out my needs, ima die for it
chemicals in my t++th, ima die for it
benzene in my reef, ima die for it
damsel in my sheets, ima die for her

empty out my needs, ima die for it
chemicals in my t++th, ima die for it
benzene in my reef, ima die for it
damsel in my sheets, ima die for her

[verse 2: istasha]
triage me how we cropped up in the shade while i be cauterizing
note to self: remind to coffin, i could follow bad advices
up in [?] colors in my eyes, striked out with quantum vices
i don’t pay the fee, i know the death routine mean hollow the [?]
i waste and crash, your heart feed a lost cause
the way you been handcuffed
the anchor’s staying deep just like the blade you get [?]
[?] of tips to burning your temple of fame
i find new trace, every day’s like this
i’m carving ways to be distracted, f+ck it

[verse 3: ethan ross]
yeah you can tell me all the little ways you despise me
i could tell the [?] love to criticise me
i could tell you are and if it’s strong, that’s the irony
flag new like ironing, that’s why i keep the iron on me

why keep 5 different blades and an axe
just to cry into the sheet and tear the page into scr+ps
i don’t work like a dog, nah i turn to the wolf
used to hurt, feeling lost, i’m so lost, but i don’t sulk

i don’t give a f+ck, wonder why (wonder why)
people make me regret even trying (f+ck you)
asking me for war, boy you out your mind
come get your b+tch, she talking crazy on my line

i done took some trauma to the head as a kid i ain’t recover from
i don’t wanna talk, i feel like [?], i’m in f+cking [?]
motherf+ck your charts and also motherf+ck your number ones
f+ck all of your politics, you lose, what are you running from?
[chorus: istasha]
empty out my needs, ima die for it
chemicals in my t++th, ima die for it
benzene in my reef, ima die for it
damsel in my sheets, ima die for her

empty out my needs, ima die for it
chemicals in my t++th, ima die for it
benzene in my reef, ima die for it
damsel in my sheets, ima die for her

- istasha lyrics

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