Stressed Out - Knox Hill

Broke in debt

They telling me no hope is left

I’m feelin like the rope is set

I’m chokin on these figures

Start to sweat

I, gave all I had can’t pay that back

My Name’s in the trash don’t play that track

This pain’s all I have let it I fade to black

I paint in on my fences

Build my walls up so defensive

Got my armor on with each and every 'sentence';

You go be the 'judge' with a gavel

In these clubs — I get hassle

Do what I lov

It’s a battle

But they could never see the things 'I've seen'

I put my 'ghosts' up in these bars

Sometimes I wish that I could scream

These cuts may heal they still leave scars

These words are how I bleed

I listen back to all these tracks and swear (that isn’t me

It ain’t

It can’t be

'Broken legs'

Can’t 'stand me'

In my head

I’m rambling

Still I feel like rambo

With this lead that is my ammo

As I pencil out this cammo

Hidden meanings I depict in every line

And I just hope you read the hieroglyphics all in time

Barely in mine

Alien mind