[Lyric] X hale (Chivi Mksha)

[produced by peatu]

[Chorus]
I think and I think until I'm killing myself
I think so much I forget to exhale
Whistle through the air slice a bit of the cells
Bruises on my palm, think I grabbed the wrong cord
Nooses on my liver, think it’s more than rope
Stomach cycling the hurt it's how emotions go
I picked a thorn out the roses with a whole lotta caution
And I gotta deal with pedals and a stem that's cold and it goes


[Verse 1]
There ain’t a thing that keeps me up
I knock out at 10 o'clock
And wake up right when I want
It lurks around my thoughts
And it bothers me close to nothing
Impostors is steady barging
With questions about my psyche
Ain't a thing that's on my mind
I'd be lying if I said it
Whatever will happen settlеs
My sentiments's a mess, it's
Rеsults of my denial
But that's not my issue now
My issue is nonexistent
Don’t you try to get it out of me
Careless and I’m out of here
Can't listen to man and sadly
Living’s getting difficult
Listening to this side of me
Let alone the cold sweats a quarter past 3
Caused by my mental composition turning gears in my sleep
Is it my reasoning here
Or my conscience trying to eat?
Whether they're in a dream they're still living with me
I picked a thought out the bunch
And it happen to munch
Every bit of life that's in me, now I’m tryna get numb and I
[Chorus]
I think and I think until I'm killing myself
I think so much I forget to exhale
Whistle through the air slice a bit of the cells
Bruises on my palm, think I grabbed the wrong cord
Nooses on my liver, think it's more than rope
Stomach cycling the hurt it's how emotions go
I picked a thorn out the roses with a whole lotta caution
And I gotta deal with pedals and a stem that's cold and it goes


[Verse 2]
Far away from my control
Decisions to stay at home are poking me with a thorn
But I grew accustomed to it
Be the treatment I'm deserving of
Or thing that gets me paranoid
I know it too well
And an abundance of these pillies better get the job done
‘cause I'm dolo in this city
Burning this in my thoughts
I stopped initiating contact
Just to see who would call
And now my phone doesn't serve a purpose
I was alone from the jump
And when it comes to lyrics
‘em, they go over heads regardless
I confess to what's the matter
But I'm screaming at the darkness
Started putting wax on convos
Jit was sitting quiet
I was rolling in the deep
He told me “write a song about it” (exhale)
I thought they cared about me (exhale)
I thought they cared about me, I'm chilling though
My biggest problem be to stress it repeating stuff
Regardless I better breathe ‘cause I'm dying as minutes go and I
[Chorus]
I think and I think until I'm killing myself
I think so much I forget to exhale
Whistle through the air slice a bit of the cells
Bruises on my palm, think I grabbed the wrong cord
Nooses on my liver, think it's more than rope
Stomach cycling the hurt it's how emotions go
I picked a thorn out the roses with a whole lotta caution
And I gotta deal with pedals and a stem that's cold and it goes

[Outro]
And it goes
And it goes
And it goes
And it goes
I think and I think until I'm killing myself
I think so much I forget to exhale
Whistle through the air slice a bit of the cells
Bruises on my palm, think I grabbed the wrong cord