This is a song about "Sebia blamed on"

Man it goes on and on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

They pushed him to his limits until he gave in, then blamed him.

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

Feel your chest on top on

When you took my hand up so calm

Feel your chest on top on

Pay dues like a hair salon

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

Relying on myself

Sweet, okay makes sense

Feel your chest on top on

New message from mom

Will somebody please show me how

I wanna go on strike on life now,