Synthwave Sinner
They'll never care if I die
Most of them won't even cry
I'll run out of time
Fore' I'm acting like that with mine
Fame on the back of my mind
I'm focused on money
How to get it in a hurry
I'm sorry I forgot baby
You know my memory blurry
It really ain't nothing to worry
You know my mind racing
About what the fuck is this life
Will they ever know my plight
Will they ever know my fights
I know it ain't right
But I'm tripping out in my room
And demons is telling me lies
I don't wanna die
I'm scared of the fire
I'm talking to Gods and I'm getting replies
You can do it all too just open your eyes
What's at the end
I don't wanna know
Hot like a flare or cold like some snow
Guess when I'm there I'll put on a show
I know imma shine when I'm on my own
So I'm on my grind to feed all the bros
Starting my life for real I suppose
Goin to college to fit in wit those
Who fell liberated from head to their toes
Cuz there educated but not who God chose
To know all the secrets that's locked in their mind
To know their life is one of a kind
And they shouldn't waste it all at one time
I'm Talking to gods I'm playing Wit fire
I'm walking a rope and it's thin like a wire
I hope when I sing I'm not preaching the choir
I think I need purpose it's what I desire
I Hope I can find it before I retire
Most of them won't even cry
I'll run out of time
Fore' I'm acting like that with mine
Fame on the back of my mind
I'm focused on money
How to get it in a hurry
I'm sorry I forgot baby
You know my memory blurry
It really ain't nothing to worry
You know my mind racing
About what the fuck is this life
Will they ever know my plight
Will they ever know my fights
I know it ain't right
But I'm tripping out in my room
And demons is telling me lies
I don't wanna die
I'm scared of the fire
I'm talking to Gods and I'm getting replies
You can do it all too just open your eyes
What's at the end
I don't wanna know
Hot like a flare or cold like some snow
Guess when I'm there I'll put on a show
I know imma shine when I'm on my own
So I'm on my grind to feed all the bros
Starting my life for real I suppose
Goin to college to fit in wit those
Who fell liberated from head to their toes
Cuz there educated but not who God chose
To know all the secrets that's locked in their mind
To know their life is one of a kind
And they shouldn't waste it all at one time
I'm Talking to gods I'm playing Wit fire
I'm walking a rope and it's thin like a wire
I hope when I sing I'm not preaching the choir
I think I need purpose it's what I desire
I Hope I can find it before I retire
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Writer(s): Aleksandar Blanusa
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