In Me

Really feel it, let me down again
Don't lie (er), hey
You're turnin' the poison on me (from us)

Hey

I feel so alone
My mind's not my home, anymore
My heart was broken and thrown, I
Feel just like a stone, yeah
Nothing comes and nothing goes
I feel so cold, for who matters the gold?
If I can't have a soul
Then why would I growl?
I am not the good boy
You wanted me to show

Spent my whole life in a backstage
I was just lost in a background plan
Just wanna put nine shots in my head, yeah
To see if I am dead, yeah
See how imma dead man
Yeah, yeah

I can't hold any longer being such a ghost
In the world of the trap I'm no longer a host
I feel like myself have been turned into dust
If I open my mind people tell me to shut

So I shoot up the uzi
I shoot up the words
I shoot up the system
I shoot up the world

I don't really care if I'm dead for then
If they don't like me
I'll take my lines and leave
And lock with myself when I'm on my grave
'Cause when I get there I don't have anything more to say
And when they get, there's not anything for then to take (nah)
She'll know I'm no longer her good boy, yeah

Really feel it, let me down again
Don't lie (er), hey
You're turnin' the poison on me (from us)

I'm so alone I'm just another cobain here
And all that money didn't helped me
N' the people's broken
The people's broken heart

Really feel it, let me down again (yeah, yeah)
Don't lie (er), hey, (don't lie, yah)
You're turnin' the poison on me (from us, skrr)

She knows I'm no longer her good boy, yeah
Didn't do what she want cause I did what I want, yeah
I smoked a blunt (a lot), yeah
And then I got dumb, yeah
And got a hangover, yah

I feel so alone
My mind's not my home, anymore
My heart was broken and thrown, I
Feel just like a stone, yeah
Nothing comes and nothing goes
I feel so cold, for who matters the gold?
If I can't have a soul
Then why would I growl bro
I am not the good boy
She wanted me to show

Yeah, oh-oh-oh
Not a good boy
Good boy, oh-oh-oh

I feel so alone, yeah
My mind's not my home, anymore
My heart was broken and thrown, and I
Feel just like a stone, yeah
Nothing comes and nothing goes
I feel so cold, for who matters the gold?

If I can't have a soul
Then why would I growl?
I am not the good boy
She wanted me to show
I am not the good boy
She wanted me to show
I'm no longer her good boy
She knows that I'm not, yeah

(I don't care I need a gun close to my chest)
So I can rest from the people's broken hearts