Sensation

The thrill of winning feels real I’m chuffed coz I closed the deal These haters got nothing on me I told them that they can have all chips Be it poor or rich I’ll rather watch my six Then be fingered for a snitch I’ll be turning tricks and be on a constant fix On paracetamol or morpheme Kind of drowsy and red eyed Whole week in a bed I lied An ulcer to leg left me in pain Lying here all alone I have to know that God sits on the throne Every step that I take is another mistake to you Every second I waste is more than I can take no more Tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless lost under the surface Don't know what you expecting of me Put under the pressure walking in your shoes All I want is to be more like me and less like you...