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Headspace (ft. The Good Doctor)

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___ I swear to god... Just shut the FUCK up!? Total system failure all my synapses are fried, Can’t tell what’s wrong from right can only curl up inside. What’s the matter? Yeah, What’s the matter? The ceiling fan spins lazily please take me for a ride, Anything feels like to much for me I think I just might die. What’s the issue? Oh baby, What’s the issue? Time moves fast I can’t keep up days skip before my eyes, Roller coaster loop-de-loops I want off of this ride. Is it over? Yeah, Please let it be over. Devil on my shoulder, Chewing through the wire. I’m so sick of waiting, For my own mind to tire, In my crowded headspace. Oh-oh-oh-ah-ah, In my crowded headspace. Burn me at both ends, Dissolve me with turpentine. Anything it takes, baby, Toss me over the line, In my crowded headspace. Oh-oh-oh-ah-ah, shut the fuck up. In my crowded headspace, yeah. And there's this, y'know, pressure In the back of my head Like, the only way to feel better Is... if I were dead, yeah? Or stay doped up, So I don't get my hopes up Hmmm yeah And I'm Hurling through the blackhole Of negative feedback loops And IIIIII'm spiraling outta control Too late to regroup Too late to save my soul Devil on my shoulder, Chewing through the wire. I’m so sick of waiting, For my own mind to tire, In my crowded headspace. Oh-oh-oh-ah-ah, In my crowded headspace. Burn me at both ends, Dissolve me with turpentine. Anything it takes, baby, Toss me over the line, In my crowded headspace. Oh-oh-oh-ah-ah, shut the fuck up. In my crowded headspace, yeah. Just shut the FUCK up! ___