they say the present is a present but baby shit aint wrapped enough
i kept myself standing sturdy yet still i faulter from a touch
see the plastic laying in the grass i guess ill pick it up
like i shot my 3 pointer missed, the essence of my luck
sitting duck, sniper scopes been aimed at skull if i fuck up
babys tough, she say im crazy when her happiness is fucks
i dont strut- im staying lazy for my sanity is tucked
like a pistol in my draws im quick to touch and self destruct
suicide- thats the question among the stars when i get drunk
maybe aim at head and ask my god if life can be enough
poison sprayed amongst the clouds it hides in vision like some fluff
deja vu it spreads in bodies numbness fills me up, debunked
scary stuff- yet carry on like nothing happened keep it tough
very much- a hopelessness inside no failures reconstruct

psythoness - sittin duck (prod psythoness)

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