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Philip Mullane
Philip Mullane
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Yeah, I'm damaged, I'ma move to London with a bad bitch
Everyday I'm running from my past, seems like everything is plastic
I'ma fuck around, do something drastic
I can't cope, they always on my ass, moving fast 'cause I'm damaged
I'ma move to London with a bad bitch
Everyday I'm running from my past, seems like everything is plastic
I'ma fuck around, do something drastic
I can't cope, they always on my ass, moving fast, yeah
Y'all can do no wrong
She just tryna break my heart to put her in a song
Gave you all my trust and you just let me get along
I ain't fucking with nobody, tryna keep the ego strong, like (Strong, like)
This is real life (Real life), I don't feel right (I don't feel right)
Homie celebrating, I just wanna sleep, I
Feel alone even when I'm not alone
You gon' pull up to the show just to see my fucking mood go down (Go down)
Yeah, I need to cop the meds I, I
'Cause I been holding all the pain down south (Down south)
There's some shit that needs adjusting
Kids been battling depression, I been manic, I been stressing
All the drugs will probably check me through the grey (Through the grey)
Combing through my bags and put my pain up on the stage (On the stage)
I ain't need no handouts bro I got it on my own (On my own)
Shawty say she love me, she just like me cause I'm golden
I asked myself why I had ignored what was going on in my head for so long simply to maintain this reputation
I had already accomplished so much in my life, when strange things began happening to me
When even though I was incredibly academically motivated in the past, I couldn't seem to do homework
And I removed myself from friends, and I didn't answer my phone for a week and I refused to go to school
Yeah, I'm damaged, I'ma move to London with a bad bitch
Everyday I'm running from my past, seems like everything is plastic
I'ma fuck around, do something drastic
I can't cope, they always on my ass, moving fast 'cause I'm damaged
I'ma move to London with a bad bitch
Everyday I'm running from my past, seems like everything is plastic
I'ma fuck around, do something drastic
I can't cope, they always on my ass, moving fast 'cause I'm-
Written by: Philip Mullane
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