Thoughts At 4am

I'm stuck in the clouds prefer this over being on the ground
I can't stay up here forever purgatory calling out
Dressed in black reality is separated slowing down
Wake me up or hold me I feel cold I think my time is now

I'm stuck in the clouds prefer this over being on the ground
I can't stay up here forever purgatory calling out
Dressed in black reality is separated slowing down
Wake me up or hold me I feel cold I think my time is now

Tears of joy
Tears of never worrying bout this endless pain
Wake up in the dark I can't see nothing just an empty lane
Is there drugs in heaven is there anyway to deal with pain?
When I die how many of y'all niggas gonna fucking claim?

Fake niggas remove fake niggas from my funeral
Hope my energy come back more better, fuck the usual
Devil the conductor and my life the fucking musical
Fascination with dying in my dreams this shit beautiful

Go straight back to taking drugs
And spending nights with gothic whores
I feel everything afterwards but nothing straight to the core
I need to space out take some molly needa control my jaw
Standing up I need to walk
But I'm too far from the door

I'm stuck in the clouds prefer this over being on the ground
I can't stay up here forever purgatory calling out
Dressed in black reality is separated slowing down
Wake me up or hold me I feel cold I think my time is now



Credits
Writer(s): Haydon Silvera
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