Gimme More
Struggle Jennings Jelly Roll Lyrics

You never stood a chance when you stepped inside the door
From the moment you entered my life, you were destined to fail

Cuz My hearts a haunted house full of casualties of war
My heart is filled with the painful aftermath of past battles

Gimme more
I crave for more pain and suffering

Here come the ghosts again
The haunting memories and regrets resurface

My past is haunting me
I am tormented by my past mistakes and experiences

It’s out of my mind
I am losing control of my thoughts

I’m hearing these voices
I am plagued by self-doubt and critical inner thoughts

They questioning all of my choices
They constantly challenge and doubt the decisions I make

No matter what i do
Regardless of my actions

I cannot drown out the noises
I am unable to silence the conflicting thoughts in my head

Addicted to poison
I am addicted to self-destructive behaviors or substances

Why can’t i change
Why am I incapable of transforming myself

Why am i always the same
Why do I consistently behave in the same negative patterns

Why don’t i feel any shame
Why am I unable to experience guilt or remorse

Why am i always to blame
Why do I constantly take responsibility for everything

Why is it anytime somebody tells me they love me I push them away
Why do I instinctively reject love and push people away

Why am i always this way
Why do I always exhibit these negative traits

Why am i always afraid
Why do I constantly live in fear

Why do i disconnect
Why do I detach myself from others

When I know they need a connection
Even though I am aware of their need for emotional connection

Why do i get ice cold
Why do I become emotionally distant

When i know they need some affection
Despite knowing they require love and affection

I need a second chance
I yearn for an opportunity to start over

I’m so fucking selfish
I am painfully aware of my self-centeredness

I’m so down on myself
I constantly feel negatively about myself

I can’t fucking help it
I am unable to change or control these feelings

I don’t express my love properly
I struggle to effectively communicate my love to others

Any time i get the chance to do it
Every opportunity I have to demonstrate love

It’s awkwardly
It feels uncomfortable and unnatural

I try to be a gentleman war is not for gentle men
I attempt to act respectable, but war and conflict require ruthlessness

You know my stories broken saw blanks and wanna fill them in
You are familiar with my damaged past and want to fix it

Your love is such a sentiment but I’m not sentimental
Although your love is meaningful, I struggle to be sentimental

The hearts a pretty instrument I rap on instrumentals
The heart is a delicate tool through which I express my emotions in music

Attention is essential my presence is presidential
Receiving attention is crucial and my presence demands respect

Trust is never present it doesn’t register my mental
Trust is absent and fails to affect my mindset

My residential is full of ghosts I’m dancing to their cadence
My mind and surroundings are haunted by memories, and I am influenced by their rhythm

Moving at a high speed I’m way past patience
I am rushing through life, lacking patience for the process

Snatch ya soul up out your body in the bed like a seance
I captivate and consume others emotionally, much like a spiritualistic séance

I love it when it’s game on find a predator to prey on
I find pleasure in engaging with others in manipulative or predatory behavior

The love is in the hunt i keep my fangs sunk in
The satisfaction lies in the chase, and I am unwilling to let go

Going all in for the kill I hear that love wins
I am committed to pursuing and conquering, even if love comes out victorious