Well, it's the third "Another" track this year
I'd love to switch it up
But there's not much to work with here
6 years, give or take
And I'm gone
Hear me out
The pressure, the smoking builds the tension
If I were to die today
I wouldn't have truly learnt my lesson
Another one, another song
Another pack, another shape
Seems like every project gets delayed
But I guess it never truly goes my way
It's fine, 'cause that's what I'm used to
"Lyrics and beats are all we are"
Is that the truth though?
I'm really the type of guy who tries to help
But lately I feel like I can't even delay the end
Think I put way too much weight on my fucking shoulders
Wonder if that's something I'll fix when I'm older
Wish there was a way to communicate
That don't involve some cigarettes
'Cause social life's really just a race to death
The cubes and cones are beginning to make me sick
But in a way
I'm just glad ya'll got to hear me sing
I've been feeling more anxious than ever
These past few weeks make it seem like i'm never getting better
Just another one
Another song, another pack, another shape
Just another one
Another song, another pack, another shape
I never wanna go back to the days
I was counting the hours like a maniac
Think it was a low-point
But either that or insomnia
Now I just write with pens
And it feels the same
Relief's the feeling I'm chasing
Peace is the one thing that scares me
'Cause if i'm ever happy I feel like i would start to think
"Is this feeling forever? And if not
Should I just quit?"
As complex as a rock, my thoughts keep getting washed away
By cigarettes or watching football games
As easy as they come but also hard as fuck to deal with
Some weeks they be throwing flowers
Other they're calling me an asshole
Don't worry though
I've gotten used to it
Like with everything else in my life
I've grown with it
And see them all in my family tree
Just another one
Another song, another pack, another shape
Just another one
Another song, another pack, another shape