Procrastinate
Don't need my keys
Don't need my phone
Gonna spend the day in my home
Don't need to get up and make my bed
I'm too busy in my own head
No need for make up for today
I'm probably already late
I made arrangements and cancelled them
So I can be alone
I cancelled all my plans
The plans that I had
To get up in the morning
And be productive
Looking in the mirror
Noticing myself
It's gotta come from me
And nobody else
Procrastinating
Trying to escape this
Like I got another life
And nothing but time
I got people calling me up
Do they really give a fuck?
They don't understand
Where my head is at
Pressure
I've become immune to the pressure yeah
My motivation has gone away
No pen, no paper today
Don't feel creative and I'm frustrated
I only had myself to blame and
I admit I need some help
But it's gotta come from myself
I cancelled all my plans
The plans that I had
To get up in the morning
And be productive
Looking in the mirror
Noticing myself
It's gotta come from me
And nobody else
Procrastinating
Trying to escape this
Like I got another life
And nothing but time
I got people calling me up
Do they really give a fuck?
They don't understand
Where my head is at
I got people calling me up
Do they really give a fuck?
They don't understand
Where my head is at
Don't need my phone
Gonna spend the day in my home
Don't need to get up and make my bed
I'm too busy in my own head
No need for make up for today
I'm probably already late
I made arrangements and cancelled them
So I can be alone
I cancelled all my plans
The plans that I had
To get up in the morning
And be productive
Looking in the mirror
Noticing myself
It's gotta come from me
And nobody else
Procrastinating
Trying to escape this
Like I got another life
And nothing but time
I got people calling me up
Do they really give a fuck?
They don't understand
Where my head is at
Pressure
I've become immune to the pressure yeah
My motivation has gone away
No pen, no paper today
Don't feel creative and I'm frustrated
I only had myself to blame and
I admit I need some help
But it's gotta come from myself
I cancelled all my plans
The plans that I had
To get up in the morning
And be productive
Looking in the mirror
Noticing myself
It's gotta come from me
And nobody else
Procrastinating
Trying to escape this
Like I got another life
And nothing but time
I got people calling me up
Do they really give a fuck?
They don't understand
Where my head is at
I got people calling me up
Do they really give a fuck?
They don't understand
Where my head is at
Credits
Writer(s): Geordan Reid Campbell, John-mark Wilcox, Andreas Rund, James Sergio Panayioti Rozzi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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