Nope.
I said everything will not be fine
Not even a little bit, someone hand me the ritalin
Swear on everything it's not easy being this little
You claim to comprehend, you're just trying not to belittle
I can see all of the lies, it's so simple
To comprehend you, what did you get into?
Into the darkness of an artist
That's trapped in the subconscious of a subconscious
What's the problem? Nothing at all
How can I take flight when I just keep falling?
Straight into the abyss, where everything does and doesn't exist
I can't continue to keep up with this
If I hold on any longer I might slip
Cause I'm at the edge
And if I fall then I'll just be repeating the cycle again
I just need love, what ever that might me
I spend too much time with myself, I'ma fight me
I hate people, but depend on their attention
These contradictions are causing me tension
And not that you could relate
After all, you find my existence to be fake
So fuck you, I hope you die a slow death
So your soul can reabsorb all your regrets
Especially judging me, that's so pitiful
Trapped in my mind and you calling me mental
But I still spazz all over instrumentals
That's because nigga I'm god with a pencil
Fuck that, I'm god with any writing utensil
So go ahead and pull the trigger, they won't miss you
Not even a little bit, someone hand me the ritalin
Swear on everything it's not easy being this little
You claim to comprehend, you're just trying not to belittle
I can see all of the lies, it's so simple
To comprehend you, what did you get into?
Into the darkness of an artist
That's trapped in the subconscious of a subconscious
What's the problem? Nothing at all
How can I take flight when I just keep falling?
Straight into the abyss, where everything does and doesn't exist
I can't continue to keep up with this
If I hold on any longer I might slip
Cause I'm at the edge
And if I fall then I'll just be repeating the cycle again
I just need love, what ever that might me
I spend too much time with myself, I'ma fight me
I hate people, but depend on their attention
These contradictions are causing me tension
And not that you could relate
After all, you find my existence to be fake
So fuck you, I hope you die a slow death
So your soul can reabsorb all your regrets
Especially judging me, that's so pitiful
Trapped in my mind and you calling me mental
But I still spazz all over instrumentals
That's because nigga I'm god with a pencil
Fuck that, I'm god with any writing utensil
So go ahead and pull the trigger, they won't miss you
Credits
Writer(s): Ricardo Germain
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.