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Concerta - Big Rips (PROD. Temper Beats)

Lyrics: Walk-in dazed No light in my eye I’m unfazed To the hell thats bein raised Or the lack of praise For tryin my best You don’t need to ask you know why I flunked that test Wasn’t from my lack of rest It’s cuz I didn’t pop a pill That make me lose my chill Kinda make me wanna kill And I ain’t talkin bill Damn Never told a soul Sitting still in class that’s the doctor’s goal I was just a kid But Guess that means I’m outta control Shit I guess it worked but he don’t care about the hole It threw me in when I got off em Think about it often Bout my parents scoffn When I tell em off’n Thy just don’t understand Wasn’t in candy land Concerta got a different plan Make me feel estranged but I did what I can But concerta got a different plan shoulda just told me how smart I am Instead they put a script in hand Fuck that shit I don’t need it I don’t want it I don’t wanna think about it Neither do the docs that’s the problem Didn’t tell me my that mind would get polluted Spent like half my life zooted Spent like half my life with emotions muted Mind got so diluted Damn I don’t need it I don’t want it I don’t wanna think about it Neither do the docs and that’s the problem Well let me help you solve it Stead a givin kids amphetamines Show me what it really means To be them selves Teach em some self wealth Made me feel so broken Never out spoken Thought this was my only option When I got off em Illicit drugs what I start coppin And I know I’m not the only one Who felt their mind held up by this gun Tellin then you can’t have fun You can’t be you or have a youth To yell the truth I got sick and tired of Being told I’m sick because I’m wild Maybe you’re too mild I mean damn... I was just a child! What you put me on em for? Make better grades and test scores? they aren’t the only things that open doors You coulda shown me love galore Instead you pump in with medicine Couldn’t think of something better than Straight A’s Paydays Lookin past a kid silently screaming mayday Mayday I kept that pain in disguise Wish you saw the pain in my eyes Wish you saw this would be my demise Wish you saw the tidal wave in my mind was on the rise But how could you Guess I shoulda said I don’t need it I don’t want it I don’t wanna think about it Neither do the docs that’s the problem Didn’t tell me that my mind would get polluted Spent like half of my life zooted Spent like half my life emotions muted Mind got so diluted Damn Need to learn to feel again Emotions I be wranglin Depression with some anger tangled in Serotonin what I’m stranglin Just lookin for a drop Of that dopamine That MJ turned me a fiend I need it by any means Xans L molly but never sipped on lean Put myslef through hell I know that’s all on me But I can’t help but think that I’d be different if I wasn’t on amphetamines Just wish I never took amphetamines But baby you got AD HD This the fix you need Believe me I’ve got my PHD This pill is all you need For your Ad HD Man fuck you... I need therapy