Itha¢a
Bolden Boy
I think my heart hates me, I think it hates me. I think my heart hates me, I think it hates me. I think my heart hates me, I think it hates me

I think my heart hates me..

Lately I been restless, stressed, caress-less, my chest just beats carelessly, working on my 17th year no sleep, got a couple months then I'm 18. Responsibility floods everything, I'm March to the spring they seem to sing, I tear at the seams it seems to be useless not to be ruthless

Truth is that I'm a work of fiction, truth is that I should be sleeping, I got fear the fear of my dreams the hole in my heart stays wide awake, I can't shake it

Cursed with a chest of grief a recipe for rest in peace with no beef, SDC , I'm reppin' but it sucks imma broke boy got no bucks, imma bad luck buttercup, pocket got two bucks, broke like you know a truck, living off of cold cuts, searching for the gold but i ain't been told but needed to be heard so I'm grinding like a dumb fuck, quick punch my nose leak it don't faze me, memories are hazy, maybe I'm just lazy, I'm crazy, I need sleep, a black sheep, heartbeat, my heart beats like it hates me..

I think it hates me, I think my heart hates me, I think it hates me, I think my heart hates me