I don't got time, always less
Make straight shit, cry about it in my bed
Irritation over when i try to improve a mix
Wishing i was at my max
I don't know where i'm at
Don't know where i'm
When the fog lifts up from my head
I let the mist drip down from my eyes, to my lips
And i know that note was "off"
But i can't bother to fix it
I accept that i'm blessed with the curse of a sickness
The light shines down; radiate the heat
I feel it like an oven
The sun'll switch up
When it's got enough lovin
But i'm used to it; anticipate the ruining
At any chance i'll ruin it
Idle in my room again, feeling like a
I'd let down my hair but it keeps falling out
But it's too complicated
They scream, "what's that bout?"
I'll just down another substance
In a hope it takes me out
And i don't need no shoulder when fall comes around
So thankful for those that have helped me along
Despite how i'm trash, despite all my flaws
I hope all i work for one day'll pay off
Cause every time i look at myself i scoff
Don't ask me what's wrong
You won't like what you're hearing
Or probably just not even get it
(You'll probably just not even get it, get it?)
I don't got time, always less
Make straight shit, cry about it in my bed
Irritation over when i try to improve a mix
Wishing i was at my max
I don't know where i'm at
Don't know where i'm
I don't got time, always less
Make straight shit, cry about it in my bed
Irritation over when i try to improve a mix
Wishing i was at my max
I don't know where i'm at
Don't know where i'm
Slipped through the vines
Then i landed in the underground
If i was lost in the first place
Then i was never found
Wow
You'd really go through all of that?
Just to feel like you have a sense of yourself on track?
No shit
I've dreamt of this for ages
You really don't get how many people don't "make it"
But that's their fault
I don't want it to be mine
It's more than just a matter of time