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neeks - i dont wanna hate myself anymore lyrics

(verse 1)
all these self -n-lyzations got me having realizations
i’m trying to stay patient while debating meeting satan
i’ve been dancing with the devil, check my tombstone
premeditating with satan on what to do now
now who’s next to take a step at this real mc?
you hatin’ on me, that’s blasphemy
i’m causing lyrical catastrophe
everything is a masterpiece because im beethoven, two opponents, hoping that they were the dopest
now you can shoot me in your veins, i’m on my dope sh-t
highly addictive and likely to leave you hopeless
if you relate to this you’re probably an addict
i’m starting static, some f-ggots attack it like they dont back it, it’s tragic
my homies disappear like gods in heaven doing magic
my own reflection in mirrors, sometimes i can not stand it
i get pleasure out of inflicting pain
i’m f-cking sickly mane, playing these s-d-stic games

(chorus)
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
that’s what im cutting, b-mping cure’s greatest hits
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
that’s what im slicing, hope you’re listening, kids!
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
(shut the f-ck up!)
that’s what im cutting, b-mping cure’s greatest hits
(you’re an idiot!)
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
(shut the f-ck up!)
that’s what im slicing, hope you’re listening, b-tch!

(verse 2)
sometimes i ask god why i still hate myself
i’m often haunted by options of rotting in my own h-ll, but whats that option when youre rotting in your own f-cking mind?
i’m on the phone with my b-tch, i’m sick of hearing her cry
that’s where results of my selfishness, the monster in me
comes at the end of it all, sometimes i don’t wanna breathe
i look inside my nephews eyes and i feel so alive
then look inside my own eyes and wonder why i’m alive
am i drifting?
somebody help me am i drifting?
if i really disappear, babygirl, would you miss me?
i push away from love, i don’t believe that im worth it
i got a problem with god
i’m scared to walk into churches
watching my homies getting high
sh-t, it’s making me wonder
if i just do it one time without the rain and the thunder?
these are the thoughts inside my head that have been driving me crazy
i’m just releasing all the pain that i’ve been wallowing in lately

(chorus)
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
that’s what im cutting, b-mping cure’s greatest hits
(r-t-rd!)
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
that’s what i’m slicing, hope you’re listening, b-tch!
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
shut the f-ck up!
shut the f-ck up!
listen, b-tch!

- neeks lyrics

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