Constellations

With time
Everything will be alright
Everything that's dark right now
Will turn bright
You turn wrong things right
Come to think about it
You turn a lot of things right
It'll get better with time
I can see good things coming in my mind
There was some days that I felt like crying
There was more days with my pen I'd write

Remember when they locked us all inside?
I would think about stuff that I didn't know why
Know things always get better with time
Most things always get better in life
I do have hope
I got things in sight
Things that I look forward too in life
Try not let some things pass you by
Some things can't get back
Can't get twice
Don't take it for granted
Or at least try
It's a hard life and you left us behind
And when I think about you
I just cry
Is that normal? Am I alright?
Does it ever feel normal or right?
Does it just feel awful all the time?
Conversations on my mind
Constellations in the sky

With time
Everything will be alright
Everything that's dark right now
Will turn bright
You turn wrong things right
Come to think about it
You turn a lot of things right
It'll get better with time
I can see good things coming in my mind
There was some days that I felt like crying
There was more days with my pen I'd write

Even if I don't rate you sometimes
If I had to rate you outta ten it's nine
I just need space and
Give me some time
I just need

It's crazy time
I've seen it all there's nothing new
When trouble is right in front of me
Where the hell you running to
I look around and I see lost souls
Where we lose it
These days were dreaming lucid
Never afraid to face the music
While things were taking toll
Achieve the same results
It's safe to say we saved the way
We weren't aiming low
My praise was late
I stayed awake
I gave the game the smoke
From days ago the pain was cold
We had to stay involved
I used to dream about the day
That I would make it out
Obsessed with making papers
Then my patience started draining out
I'm on the drink again
Thought that could ease the pain
No need to be ashamed
The sweet release will keep me sane
I ain't proud of my addiction
I'm working on it
Honestly prefer to stop
Tryna be a workaholic
I'll be working on my mental health
I'm doing well
Tryna keep my head up to the sky
It's been the bluest spell
Labels looking at me like cattle
How much you would sell?
Charging up my Duracell
Gotta be your truest self
'Cause when you're blending in the crowd
You're invisible
Carbon copies
Feeling like we're running out of principles
I took some good advice
And started making headway
This is not my best phase
Letting go a dead weight
You came around and everything was looking sweet
When I found you I found peace



Credits
Writer(s): Frankie Thomas Stew, Harvey Elliot Gunn-humphreys, Mawuena Daniel Kofi Dzotsi
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