In the middle of the hook and the drummer stops
10,000 days till my album drops
Doing 90 on the highway when the fuel runs out
10,000 days
'Kay, I'm in this ill cave living off mildew and lichen
Captors fixed me up here with no one else inside
Because they know it's not weird until you make it weird
But when I'm writing on the page, the ink disappears
Have you tried oblique strategizing? No
Have you tried setting limitations? No
Have you tried brute forcing the song out? No
What have you tried?
Mainly lying on the floor face down
Waiting for the million monkeys to finally get around
You know, it's not so bad when you've got something to blame
But I know I gotta sign my own name all the same
Doing 90 on the highway when the fuel runs out
10,000 days
I'm in the middle of the beat and I can't feel my feet
Wear out my knees by age 33
I'm in the middle of the song and I can't feel my tongue
Wear out my lungs by age 31
Introduce a bridge, up a minor third
Or maybe down a second if that's too absurd
A non-functional harmony will go and keep it lush
Sprinkle sus13s and your fans will gush
It's not bad but I don't like the singer. Yeah
You gonna take another pass at those lyrics? Yeah
Man, tell me, are you even trying? Yeah
It's like I couldn't understand why you'd write such a thing
Why'd you think this bridge was good enough to bring?
Someone else take the aux 'cause I'm trying to drive
No offense but I can't focus with this song on my mind
In the middle of the hook and the drummer stops
10,000 days till my album drops