U.NOE - Don't Lyrics

Don’t
Yeah I don’t wanna feel any pain
I’m stuck in my ways in my ways
And I look around and I want paint, In my heart
Yeah my heart a canvas
I feel so damaged
Wanna cover up and not feel outlandish
For the shit I feel sometimes
Very thankful I don’t even have a gun
No
Really?
You?
Think that
I probably wouldn’t
Do it
Fuck it
Will you
Do it
Will you
Do it
Will you grab a fuckin' gun put it to your fuckin' head
What?
No
I’m not saying I have these thoughts
I’m just saying I have these thoughts
Negative things creep on in
Antichrist wanna see me dead
But God really wanna see me live
At times you see me weighing pros and cons
And I know it
Many people don’t know it
It just- it just gets a little hard sometimes and- I just let that shit take over
No
I really wouldn’t do it- do it no
I really wouldn’t do it- do it no
I really wouldn’t do it- do it no
Even though
One time
I came
Real close
I did
No lie
Am I
Saying the truth or not, why?
Wouldn’t I admit to something so serious
Look at me like I’m so delirious
Am I really fucked up?
Am I really fucked up?
What, do you, see me, doo?
I been here for a minute
Talkin' bout my experience
Aye, do I feel this way, this way?
Do I feel this way, this way?
Sometimes, many times
I feel many ways
Which one should I even trust?
Uhh, I don’t even know
I honestly don’t- don’t even know, but-
Don’t
Yeah I don’t wanna feel any pain
I’m stuck in my ways in my ways
And I look around and I want paint, In my heart
Yeah my heart a canvas
I feel so damaged
Wanna cover up and not feel outlandish
For the shit I feel sometimes
Very thankful I don’t even have a gun
No
Really?
You?
Think that
I probably wouldn’t
Do it
Fuck it
Will you
Do it
Will you
Do it
Will you grab a fuckin' gun put it to your fuckin' head
What?

Don’t
Yeah I don’t wanna feel any pain
I’m stuck in my ways in my ways
And I look around and I want paint, In my heart
Yeah my heart a canvas
I feel so damaged
Wanna cover up and not feel outlandish
For the shit I feel sometimes
Very thankful I don’t even have a gun
No
Really?
You?
Think that
I probably wouldn’t
Do it
Fuck it
Will you
Do it
Will you
Do it
Will you grab a fuckin' gun put it to your fuckin' head
What?
No
I’m not saying I have these thoughts
I’m just saying I have these thoughts
Negative things creep on in
Antichrist wanna see me dead
But God really wanna see me live
At times you see me weighing pros and cons
And I know it
Many people don’t know it
It just- it just gets a little hard sometimes and- I just let that shit take over
No
I really wouldn’t do it- do it no
I really wouldn’t do it- do it no
I really wouldn’t do it- do it no
Even though
One time
I came
Real close
I did
No lie
Am I
Saying the truth or not, why?
Wouldn’t I admit to something so serious
Look at me like I’m so delirious
Am I really fucked up?
Am I really fucked up?
What, do you, see me, doo?
I been here for a minute
Talkin' bout my experience
Aye, do I feel this way, this way?
Do I feel this way, this way?
Sometimes, many times
I feel many ways
Which one should I even trust?
Uhh, I don’t even know
I honestly don’t- don’t even know, but-
Don’t
Yeah I don’t wanna feel any pain
I’m stuck in my ways in my ways
And I look around and I want paint, In my heart
Yeah my heart a canvas
I feel so damaged
Wanna cover up and not feel outlandish
For the shit I feel sometimes
Very thankful I don’t even have a gun
No
Really?
You?
Think that
I probably wouldn’t
Do it
Fuck it
Will you
Do it
Will you
Do it
Will you grab a fuckin' gun put it to your fuckin' head
What?