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mads veslelia - eastside remix (halsey, khalid, benny blanco) lyrics

[verse 1:]
i don’t wanna be this evil side of me
i try to beat it constantly but it’s f-cking me like sodomy
use comedy on top of a topic like it is jollity
but i’m hiding feels and apologies, behind the quality
of technical sk!lls, not even mention the women my father threaten to k!ll
man i got messages from ladies saying what wreck and a pill-junkie
he is and needs a lesson, no respect, and i will be the one to check him like dad i’m back
i remember you still, you tried to steal my life before i had a chance to breathe
mommy be pregnant, and you hated so you hit and you kicked
like a b-tch and hoping the kid
could not see the world but you missed
should’ve had a stronger fist, then i guess you wouldn’t have to listen to this

[hook:]
eyes low like a zombie
everything is cloudy, i don’t get my sleep
my goal, not doubt me
innervoice loudly, telling my i’m lousy

and my soul yeah is beating inside of me
not sold, but the demon invited me
in my zone never reach for finery
i need peace, please, get the f-ck off me

[verse 2:]
i won’t quit, i know what is right and wrong
i don’t fit, never been the type, but strong
i don’t shift, staying in the danger zone
and that’s it, not escaping till i’m in control
and i meant everything, so just try come out at me
they making up stories
i plug my pen to the reality
no safe pin, never been safe, fanatically
obsessed with the alphabet to get away from what is happening
i keep on rapping and let loose on alpha men
whatever you call yourself, you try to keep on blackening
my great view i ain’t through, i slay you, blocking my vitamin
luckily you a grapefruit, mmm
bitter, i can taste you. like my dad’s mom, saying the abuse ain’t true. on facebook saying i’m f-cked in the head, at the exact same time he got locked in a cell
going after the grandchild to protect her son
she sent my mom a letter when i was born stating i wasn’t welcome
all i know is i got a good granny and a bad one

[hook:]
eyes low like a zombie
everything is cloudy, i don’t get my sleep
my goal, not doubt me
innervoice loudly, telling my i’m lousy

[bridge:]
get away x4

[verse 3:]
so now ladies daddy beat up wanna chat with me
cause i’ve been vocal in raps about him, therapy
but i don’t know you, sorry, i listen p-ssively
i saw you sharing a track i wrote about him and you tagging me
i know you still ain’t over it and you panicky
kinda feel closer to him talking to me, sad to see
you just tryna keep your sanity, i respect that
but ain’t f-cking with him, i got love for my ex-stepdad

- mads veslelia lyrics

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