SUNDOWN
My whole world is lonely
Don't walk out the door
My whole world is lonely
Don't walk out the door
It took 2 years of the cicada
I'm finally making paper
From making friends with the neighbors
I never thought I'd be major
I never thought I would see it
Made fish for the seasick
Niggas sleep Tempur Pedic
I still made it and beat it
I still preach undefeated
But walk home empty handed
The wounds under the bandage
Put there by my mom and dad
But he was never present
But he know I'm gifted
But he know I got it
Still ain't thought about college
Still ain't being honest on how imma get out this
And I ain't worry bout that other shit neither
Tryna find a reason just to see her
I learned to crush the sadness
And all it took was practice
I try to keep a good status
Start with a clean canvas
I learned to crush the sadness
And all it took was practice
I try to keep a good status
Start with a clean canvas
What could my future be
Hardwood floor with a mattress
Made friends being who I am
I don't think I need to change shit
Think I just need a refresh
Think I just need to calm down
Mind went out for recess
Won't come back till sundown
Sick of the cycle of depression and anxiety
I need a therapist I can't hold all of me
Fallacies spoken by those who you thought to be
Real not fake, don't wait for an apology
By now I'm living on borrowed time
Death should've kept his receipt
Tend to be nervous so I cope quietly
Spent but I'm working so save me a seat
You stay starting habits, it ain't working for me
Cabernet bottle empty, but where could I be
Papa say there's secrets that some choose to keep
If I feel unsafe but my brother a text away?
Uh, break the gauge every time I flesh through the pain
Is it supposed to hurt this much at such an early age
Tryna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
But I know I'll never make it that far
She's not responding and I think it's bizarre
Guess I'm not innocent, sounds kinda similar
Where I was when I dropped the guitar
Pray for brodie, hope he drop the cigar
Sayin shit, they don't know how it charred
See how it burned, see how it scarred
Grew old, see how I'm changing
True colors, I finished the painting
In my room always making arrangements
Saw the sun even when it was raining
Sometimes I don't know what I'm gaining
Stay strong in the times it was straining
And I'm never taking shit for granted
Cause I don't know what I got remaining
I learned to crush the sadness
And all it took was practice
I try to keep a good status
Start with a clean canvas
I learned to crush the sadness
And all it took was practice
I try to keep a good status
Start with a clean canvas
What could my future be
Hardwood floor with a mattress
Made friends being who I am
I don't think I need to change shit
Think I just need a refresh
Think I just need to calm down
Mind went out for recess
Won't come back till sundown
Sundown, Sundown, Sundown
Don't walk out the door
My whole world is lonely
Don't walk out the door
It took 2 years of the cicada
I'm finally making paper
From making friends with the neighbors
I never thought I'd be major
I never thought I would see it
Made fish for the seasick
Niggas sleep Tempur Pedic
I still made it and beat it
I still preach undefeated
But walk home empty handed
The wounds under the bandage
Put there by my mom and dad
But he was never present
But he know I'm gifted
But he know I got it
Still ain't thought about college
Still ain't being honest on how imma get out this
And I ain't worry bout that other shit neither
Tryna find a reason just to see her
I learned to crush the sadness
And all it took was practice
I try to keep a good status
Start with a clean canvas
I learned to crush the sadness
And all it took was practice
I try to keep a good status
Start with a clean canvas
What could my future be
Hardwood floor with a mattress
Made friends being who I am
I don't think I need to change shit
Think I just need a refresh
Think I just need to calm down
Mind went out for recess
Won't come back till sundown
Sick of the cycle of depression and anxiety
I need a therapist I can't hold all of me
Fallacies spoken by those who you thought to be
Real not fake, don't wait for an apology
By now I'm living on borrowed time
Death should've kept his receipt
Tend to be nervous so I cope quietly
Spent but I'm working so save me a seat
You stay starting habits, it ain't working for me
Cabernet bottle empty, but where could I be
Papa say there's secrets that some choose to keep
If I feel unsafe but my brother a text away?
Uh, break the gauge every time I flesh through the pain
Is it supposed to hurt this much at such an early age
Tryna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
But I know I'll never make it that far
She's not responding and I think it's bizarre
Guess I'm not innocent, sounds kinda similar
Where I was when I dropped the guitar
Pray for brodie, hope he drop the cigar
Sayin shit, they don't know how it charred
See how it burned, see how it scarred
Grew old, see how I'm changing
True colors, I finished the painting
In my room always making arrangements
Saw the sun even when it was raining
Sometimes I don't know what I'm gaining
Stay strong in the times it was straining
And I'm never taking shit for granted
Cause I don't know what I got remaining
I learned to crush the sadness
And all it took was practice
I try to keep a good status
Start with a clean canvas
I learned to crush the sadness
And all it took was practice
I try to keep a good status
Start with a clean canvas
What could my future be
Hardwood floor with a mattress
Made friends being who I am
I don't think I need to change shit
Think I just need a refresh
Think I just need to calm down
Mind went out for recess
Won't come back till sundown
Sundown, Sundown, Sundown
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Writer(s): Wilson Hunter
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