Medication Lyrics

Yea

She told me

Woah

She told me

I take my medication now

And I'm falling over

I guess the therapist suggest that it's a disorder

I've grown obsessed with feeling less oh no I don't know ya

I mix the sex with all the stress and the paranoia

Yea

She told me that it's only in my head

See me bleed til the bed is bloody red

Feed me dreams til my head is filled with lead

Hear me scream til the neighbors call the feds

Hey mom

I don't really wanna go to therapy

Why

Everybody talking like they scared

So

Bury me with all the medicated

Agitated, aggravated, elevated fiends

Hey God

I don't really mean to upset you king

I don't really love the amphetamines

I don't really fuck with the love

And lack of the luck got me begging please

You dont wanna feel like this

Overdosing on the motive when the real life hits

Coming closer to the quota of the real knife slits

All the drugs in your body make you feel some bliss

Til you wake up in the morning and you're covered in piss

And your ex girl calling like she know what you did

Broken promises the coffin filled with glass to the lid

But the problem ain't the bottle it's the way that you live

I take my medication now

And I'm falling over

I guess the therapist suggest that it's a disorder

I've grown obsessed with feeling less oh no I don't know ya

I mix the sex with all the stress and the paranoia

Yea

She told me that it's only in my head

See me bleed til the bed is bloody red

Feed me dreams til my head is filled with lead

Hear me scream til the neighbors call the feds

Witness bliss but the smile painted dawg

I been living but the mask is falling off

Bitter feeling when the cash is all you got

But depression never change the coin is tossed

50/50 The weather never get pretty

Pity pity we blaming it on the city

Pop a pilly the doctor giving me feelies

But little did we know that the consequence really gritty

Grinding through my teeth in the night time

I remember living better but am I fine

Spitting in the mirror cuz the image really likes lying

Picture perfect politics the consequence is high crime

Rolling in my bed

Calling all this lack of rest

living flawless in my flesh

Wrapped around me is a vest

I take my medication now

And I'm falling over

I guess the therapist suggest that it's a disorder

I've grown obsessed with feeling less oh no I don't know ya

I mix the sex with all the stress and the paranoia

Yea

She told me that it's only in my head

See me bleed til the bed is bloody red

Feed me dreams til my head is filled with lead

Hear me scream til the neighbors call the feds