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krome - brain disease lyrics

(diseased in my brain)

i can’t look at mirrors for too long, opposite of narcissus
but i’m a narcissist arsonist with the heart of anarchists so i manage risks that are hard to list
i raise my bars again and then succumb to sin
playing parts of a man who’s in doubt again
i tell girls i love ’em just to break their hearts so does, that make me misogynist?
i promise this
i’m only looking out for number one
there’s too many number twos in this 061
three times as many people want to play with guns
foreplay for me is russian roulette but one on one
i run and run from problems, they come and come
i l+st, i love, i hug, i punch, i must have jumped from pedestals i built, a c+nt who’s never heard of getting love
so i’m

self diagnosed with the flow, i been sickened since my birthday, the omens of eoin most of ’em know
crows gonna pick through your hole
when i’m done with the bodies, i’ll be walking back home
text a therapist and tell her what i feel like
meanwhile riding the girly that i met at midnight
nymphomaniac, a brainiac
i’m a g+nius, like bill gates had a baby with the exorcist demon
always outside in the nighttime
petty crime, picking wrong fights, yeah i’m racketeering
no downsides ’til the crimelights wanna shine on them boys who would die before tale telling
underground car parks with the oil smell
spitting bars sicker than nothing
i keep my mouth primed
blood is thicker than water
avoid the knife, boys
cry out your heart through an emmitance of muay thai
kicks to the groin, i was down and they wouldn’t stop it
my lyrics made me think i was well above it

but i’m still here
eighteen years
didn’t change much, and that fact is i’m in fear
fear of change, i keep my name the same
the judges sentenced me and i’m to blame
tired of f+cking people and their games
tired of hearing sh+tstains on their names
“krome, your accent changed
you’ve never really acted the same
you went out to the city, found your dreams and left us
make a mess of your past and act like our betters”
i wrote you letters, i wrote you love songs
you didn’t want them, you did me well wrong
laughed at me when i wrote my rhymes
laughed at me on stage, getting things off my mind
who’s laughing now, little b+tch?
you can’t fix that throat cut with a needle and stitch
i’m the oddball of the squadron, like lilo and stitch

- krome lyrics

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