Syndrome - Keralanka, Jade

Tell me how to love myself, get it all from everybody else

Move with fucking stealth, 'cause I cannot trust you well

Watch that money melt, it don’t mean a damn thing

Got these fucking thoughts hating on the daily

I been really thinking back to days where the boy was paid

Before we took the all or nothing path ‘round the base

Never think of looking back until them darker days

But I solve it with a glass, love the fucking taste

Picture perfect with a pitcher

Drinkin' bourbon like elixir

Load up your arms, run from your problems

Get to swervin' on them bitches

Vehicle to my pain, feed the code to my brain

Feel the cold like it’s braille, need that dope if I fail

But I cannot see the forecast, stuck in this hell and my demons know that

Give 'em that doormat, welcome them bitches like Walmart old men

Shop around, shop around, find it and chop it down

All of my vulnerabilities like trees, smoke 'em and fall right down

Lumberjack me, front to back me like I’m an easy read

I’ma give this hard wood to the world, fuck 'em like Eazy E

Strip all that attitude from ya soul, can’t find where the Yeezy’s be

But I’m finna get it poppin' like a DVD

With a whole bunch of tape where the beats be

I cannot fuck with the rumours, uh

Got me up lighting the buddha, uh

All them thoughts is intrusive

Lot on my head like Medusa

I ain’t never been that same man, lost it all in 2016

Now I’m jiggin' with the rain dance, my only vision for the cream

Use to wanna ride with a queen, the type of jump in front of beams

I won’t front, I’ve gone numb — I don’t feel a damn thing

Them hoes ain’t pullin' my strings (nope)

Slowly losin' my brain (whoa)

Walls is caving right in, I ain’t been the same since

Tell me how to love myself, get it all from everybody else

Move with fucking stealth, 'cause I cannot trust you well

Watch that money melt, it don’t mean a damn thing

Got these fucking thoughts hating on the daily

Tell me how to love myself, get it all from everybody else

Move with fucking stealth, 'cause I cannot trust you well

Watch that money melt, it don’t mean a damn thing

Got these fucking thoughts hating on the daily