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Testo Chemically Imbalanced - Chris Webby

Testo della canzone Chemically Imbalanced (Chris Webby), tratta dall'album Chemically Imbalanced

I'm on the edge, one step and I'll be over

Unless I take those 12 steps, aimed at gettin' sober

That's the shit I told myself I'll handle when I'm older

And now I'm older and still got this devil on my shoulder

Bottle up my problems, like prescriptions I'm poppin'

All the liquor that I find myself drinkin' so often

Now these cards are dealt, told myself I don't need help

Numb myself to everything, and keep on runnin' from myself

Let's drink away the pain

Let's make another toast

Let's smoke another blunt

Until it's just a roach

And pop another pill

And drop another dose

I haven't lost it yet

But now I'm coming close

I'm just chemically imbalanced (on that shit)

I'm just chemically imbalanced (lost, lost my grip)

I'm just chemically imbalanced (one way trip)

And now it's too late for turnin' back

And now it's too late for turnin' back

And now it's too late for turnin' back

And now it's too late for turnin' back

And now it's too late for turnin' back

Yeah, left here to the battle this addictive personality

That's got me living in this alternate reality

Losing touch before this real level so gradually

'Cause at this point I need these chemicals to balance me

It's like I'm following a blueprint that the devil made (made)

Since I first took my Ritalin in the seventh grade

The doctor gave me 16 milligrams, just a kid

Barely weighed a buck, it's like they used me as their guinea pig

Crazy teen (crazy teen), medicated ADD

Doctor said take only one, but you know I was taking three

Blazin' tree and skippin' class, getting drunk and missin' maths

Bangin' chicks without a rubber, crushin' pills up on the desk

Chemically imbalanced in this motherfucker, startin' shit

Still I was a smart kid, got myself a scholarship

Private schools with it, button-downs with the dockers

And the Jan Sport full of weed stuffed into my locker

Let's drink away the pain

Let's make another toast

Let's smoke another blunt

Until it's just a roach

And pop another pill

And drop another dose

I haven't lost it yet

But now I'm coming close

I'm just chemically imbalanced (on that shit)

I'm just chemically imbalanced (lost, lost my grip)

I'm just chemically imbalanced (one, one way trip)

And now it's too late for turnin' back

And now it's too late for turnin' back

And now it's too late for turnin' back

And now it's too late for turnin' back

And now it's too late for turnin' back

Yeah, see I'm just blacking out weekly, livin' on repeat

Still in high school, but the teachers could never reach me

Always was the fuck-up with a chip on my shoulder

And a pocket full of anything to keep me from sober

See, I was livin' like there's no tomorrow

Chewin' on a xany bar, rollin' up the window smokin' blunts up in family car

Bottles to the head, got the tension on the reg

Never listenin' to what my parents said

I was always rollin' with an ounce or two

Everytime I'm bouncin' through

Flippin' everybody off like Shady taught me how to do

Always thinkin' that the more we're burnin', the merrier

Just a kid from middle-class suburban America

And so many others like me, listen to me nightly

Happy that somebody else is feelin' what they might be

So Christian pop a pill, oh yeah, I bet you will

'Cause if that shit don't make your problems any less for real

Let's drink away the pain

Let's make another toast

Let's smoke another blunt

Until it's just a roach

And pop another pill

And drop another dose

I haven't lost it yet

But now I'm coming close

I'm just chemically imbalanced (on that shit)

I'm just chemically imbalanced (lost, lost my grip)

I'm just chemically imbalanced (one way trip)

And now it's too late for turnin' back

And now it's too late for turnin' back

And now it's too late for turnin' back

And now it's too late for turnin' back

And now it's too late for turnin' back

Credits
Writer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, Christian Webster
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Testi di Chris Webby

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