Nowadays
What do I do when my 9-5 don't work
I think I'm bout to work until my fuckin brain bursts
It hurts when you can't manage
I'm a privileged white kid but I can't manage
You don't understand the half
And I'm tired of explaining but I know you can relate so I Keep trying
I keep trying to explain myself
Holding back tears as I remind myself
That it gets better, you don't gotta be a trend setter to lead
Just make 'em believe, cus you know they bleed the same blood as you
They ain't better than you
Nah
Don't let 'em get you
They don't understand the struggle, the way that you fuckin hustle
I think they feathers ruffled
I'm bout to chill, eat some ruffles, fuck you
I'm writing down these raps on a lake with a precious view
Nowadays
I only stay cool with a selective few
I'm running on fumes, I don't know what to do
I think I'm doomed
Think I'm doomed but it's never too late to change they say, hey
Never too late but I'm starting to frustrate, I cannot regulate my thoughts
My stomach's in knots
I'm thinkin' bout not getting caught for these demonic thoughts
Fuck these THOTs, you ain't shit, you ain't shit, get a grip
You got nice tits that's it, but you can't suck dick for shit
Hey, life's a trip, don't fall, get up, keep pushing
That's what I said when I wrote that song Doubt Me
I know a lot of people out there felt me
Look, I ain't wealthy yet
Bet, I'mma be rollin' in jets soon
Like that old Taylor Gang shit, comin' back man with the flyest whip
I'm writing down these raps on a lake with a precious view
Nowadays
I only stay cool with a selective few
I'm running on fumes, I don't know what to do
I think I'm doomed
Think I'm doomed but it's never too late to change they say, hey
Knock, knock who's there
It's Pats, baby so you better beware
Take a seat, here's a chair, grab it
I drop bad friends like bad habits
I'm done giving fools energy
I'm done using cocaine as remedies
I don't give a fuck if you a friend to me
Kid's straight toxic, ketamine
Don't lecture me punk, you only as good as your last bump anyways
Anyways, how ya doing? We ain't talked in a minute how you fuckin' doing
Did you know that I'm pursuing music now
Probably not cus the crowd too loud, hey
You're blinded by the baddies
It's Pats Musik bout to roll me a fatty
I think I'm bout to work until my fuckin brain bursts
It hurts when you can't manage
I'm a privileged white kid but I can't manage
You don't understand the half
And I'm tired of explaining but I know you can relate so I Keep trying
I keep trying to explain myself
Holding back tears as I remind myself
That it gets better, you don't gotta be a trend setter to lead
Just make 'em believe, cus you know they bleed the same blood as you
They ain't better than you
Nah
Don't let 'em get you
They don't understand the struggle, the way that you fuckin hustle
I think they feathers ruffled
I'm bout to chill, eat some ruffles, fuck you
I'm writing down these raps on a lake with a precious view
Nowadays
I only stay cool with a selective few
I'm running on fumes, I don't know what to do
I think I'm doomed
Think I'm doomed but it's never too late to change they say, hey
Never too late but I'm starting to frustrate, I cannot regulate my thoughts
My stomach's in knots
I'm thinkin' bout not getting caught for these demonic thoughts
Fuck these THOTs, you ain't shit, you ain't shit, get a grip
You got nice tits that's it, but you can't suck dick for shit
Hey, life's a trip, don't fall, get up, keep pushing
That's what I said when I wrote that song Doubt Me
I know a lot of people out there felt me
Look, I ain't wealthy yet
Bet, I'mma be rollin' in jets soon
Like that old Taylor Gang shit, comin' back man with the flyest whip
I'm writing down these raps on a lake with a precious view
Nowadays
I only stay cool with a selective few
I'm running on fumes, I don't know what to do
I think I'm doomed
Think I'm doomed but it's never too late to change they say, hey
Knock, knock who's there
It's Pats, baby so you better beware
Take a seat, here's a chair, grab it
I drop bad friends like bad habits
I'm done giving fools energy
I'm done using cocaine as remedies
I don't give a fuck if you a friend to me
Kid's straight toxic, ketamine
Don't lecture me punk, you only as good as your last bump anyways
Anyways, how ya doing? We ain't talked in a minute how you fuckin' doing
Did you know that I'm pursuing music now
Probably not cus the crowd too loud, hey
You're blinded by the baddies
It's Pats Musik bout to roll me a fatty
Credits
Writer(s): Clint Patrick, Ivan Vuic
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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