Genetics by digital aids

but in the end, all my problems genetic it seems
I don't need no ecstasy to better self or set myself free
from the shackles you put me in, man I almost miss em
I pull through with stockholm syndrome or do I say that cuz I'm displeased
with everything
treat everybody with no respect
I'm so sorry mama
seems as tho I'll never repay debts
I know that no one sees it like that
but how can grow if I'm never one to pay back
I'll show y'all why I made that
why do I keep making songs about myself
when I hate that fucker more than the hell
the past 7 years that we have been through
I mean it's been longer but I can't fucking dare to digrace you
I hate that last track
if you heard it I bet you'd crack
under weight of depression due to the fact
that your son
is such a carbon copy of his parents broken by the system
I share to much to still act distant
man, I share way too much to still act so fucking distant

mama I'm sorry
you might've wronged me
but what I said is fucked you hardly ever harmed me
now I act like a zombie
cuz this trama alarms me
my fight or flight is so withered that's why I distance from mom, see?
i’m such a terrible son
Disappointment after disappointment always missing my appointments
I’m just an assortments of the most dead roses
We say we miss dad but I think I just miss my family
I wanna jump from my balcony but this guilt got me buried in sand please
just let me help you

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• bedroom pop
• experiemental
• lofi
• retro
• underground hip hop
• Fort Collins