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Runnin' away from problems, I can't help it but I guess I'm getting better at the end of the day
Runnin' away from problems, I can't help it but I guess I'm getting better at the end of the day
I'm looking for answers, I could use a helping hand
I don't want to talk to nobody, talk to Percocets instead
I'm a junkie with some money, what the fuck you expect?
Uh, rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
I'm livin' too fast, escaping all my problems in a getaway cab
And everybody telling me it's not that bad
But it's that bad, it's that bad
I'm shitfaced, runnin' through my head, I think I died
Oh, no way baby I'm here, I'm still alive
My mistakes caused a social suicide
Thats why nowadays I ain't ever go outside
Problem after problem, pill after pill
Kiss after kiss, thrill after thrill (Thrill after thrill)
I wonder if you feel the way I feel
I wonder if you feel the way I feel
I wonder if you the way these pills feel
I wonder if you feel the way I feel
Maybe you don't, but still
Maybe you won't, I will
Runnin' away from problems, I can't help it but I guess I'm getting better at the end of the day
Runnin' away from problems, I can't help it but I guess I'm getting better at the end of the day
Runnin' away from problems, I can't help it but I guess I'm getting better at the end of the day
Runnin' away from problems, I can't help it but I guess I'm getting better at the end of the day
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