Papa Roach - Thrown Away


kill the rhyme again,
I'm comin' sick and on time again
Words manfest from deep inside
Where people hide
Within it, chemical imbalance
On the triple beam Fuck what you heard, it's about what I seen
I seen it happen,
Back hand brand to face smackin'
Definite disorder,
Now his mindset is blackened
The doctors say he's got the brain of a murderer
This rugged style steals your brain like a burglar

CHORUS:
My heart is bleeding and this pain will not pass
It's not receding my body going numb
A bad trip child, rolling stoned, keeping high
He don't know what he's doing
Go away, I want to be thrown away

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