Mummify
No matter how many times you hit me
I'll stick around, just beaten down
Don't even know why we waste it
When deep down we know it that there ain't no crown
Not enough, hearing the missteps of others I'm stuck in a crowd
Trying to find out my own way
But man, is that allowed?
I promise I'll be sincere but I don't really think this'll be what you want to hear
But bear with me now, cuz I'mma tell it straight
Has anyone noticed the clock when it's late?
And like how it picks up the time off of your plate
And the calendar moving past another date?
Yeah, but it's never been so great
Living ain't started I'm still in the wait
Try to accept that I'll never escape
Wasting time with a mask on my face
Take me outside, get me outta this place
Give it up now?
Never wanna stop my chase
So, we stick around
Never giving up
We stick around
Never giving up, never backing down
So if I could give my past self just one piece of good advice?
Something to help that old self and find a way to feel alive?
So if I could give my past self just one piece of good advice?
Something to help that old self and find a way to -
What do we leave behind when we die?
Aren't there lots of things that I can't mummify?
Yeah, lots of wrongs I made that I just can't purify
But, such a list of things that'll really terrify and
Look, I can't tell a lie but
That'd be the first one on my list of many lies
Like the mask on my face and the drapes on my eyes
And another disappointment looking sure to come by but
At least I tried?
Trying's not enough and I just never seem to get it right
Looking for another chance before I find I'm out of time
Try to hide I'm not ok by mixing it within a rhyme
Told you that the other day that things didn't be lookin' bright
Sit em down and try again get out that pen and start to write
Don't wanna show em anyway now that seems like an oversight (That seems like an oversight)
I don't wanna fly been looking for a mission
But I been losing ground falling into submission
And I don't wanna die not with all this missing
So I'mma get it right know that it's a given
I don't wanna fly been looking for a mission
But I been losing ground falling into submission
And I don't wanna die not with all this missing
So I'mma get it right know that it's a given
I'll stick around, just beaten down
Don't even know why we waste it
When deep down we know it that there ain't no crown
Not enough, hearing the missteps of others I'm stuck in a crowd
Trying to find out my own way
But man, is that allowed?
I promise I'll be sincere but I don't really think this'll be what you want to hear
But bear with me now, cuz I'mma tell it straight
Has anyone noticed the clock when it's late?
And like how it picks up the time off of your plate
And the calendar moving past another date?
Yeah, but it's never been so great
Living ain't started I'm still in the wait
Try to accept that I'll never escape
Wasting time with a mask on my face
Take me outside, get me outta this place
Give it up now?
Never wanna stop my chase
So, we stick around
Never giving up
We stick around
Never giving up, never backing down
So if I could give my past self just one piece of good advice?
Something to help that old self and find a way to feel alive?
So if I could give my past self just one piece of good advice?
Something to help that old self and find a way to -
What do we leave behind when we die?
Aren't there lots of things that I can't mummify?
Yeah, lots of wrongs I made that I just can't purify
But, such a list of things that'll really terrify and
Look, I can't tell a lie but
That'd be the first one on my list of many lies
Like the mask on my face and the drapes on my eyes
And another disappointment looking sure to come by but
At least I tried?
Trying's not enough and I just never seem to get it right
Looking for another chance before I find I'm out of time
Try to hide I'm not ok by mixing it within a rhyme
Told you that the other day that things didn't be lookin' bright
Sit em down and try again get out that pen and start to write
Don't wanna show em anyway now that seems like an oversight (That seems like an oversight)
I don't wanna fly been looking for a mission
But I been losing ground falling into submission
And I don't wanna die not with all this missing
So I'mma get it right know that it's a given
I don't wanna fly been looking for a mission
But I been losing ground falling into submission
And I don't wanna die not with all this missing
So I'mma get it right know that it's a given
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Writer(s): Jeff Lewis
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