Woke Up Like This
Ayo
This song is for anybody who
Wakes up in the morning and already just
Can't handle life
Sometimes getting out of bed is just the hardest part
Y'know
I woke up like this
Like half past six
When I through my fits
And I slit my Wrists
Cause I can't seem to feel like me
And this ain't a dream far as I can see
I woke up like this
Like half past six
When I through my fits
And I slit my Wrists
Cause I can't seem to feel like me
And this ain't a dream far as I can see
These tears tear me apart as I rip this shit
And I can feel it in my heart when my wrists get slit
Man, I wish this shit was just a vivid trip
Least in that scenario I could skip this hit
They wanna send me away so they can fix this shit
You can call it a vacation but it's a business trip
As a kid I loved to rap, I had the quickest spit
But now as an adult I'm feeling quick to quit
Because I only use it just to spit my fits
My homies hear my music and think they get this shit
And inside I know they try but they ain't lived with this
They don't know my selfish loathing's how my wick gets lit
Every day I think of ways on how to ditch this ship
But my pain would be in vain to those who'd miss this kid
So I'm forced to live a life I got no interest in
Least when I get dementia I won't miss this shit
I woke up like this
Like half past six
When I through my fits
And I slit my Wrists
Cause I can't seem to feel like me
And this ain't a dream far as I can see
I woke up like this
Like half past six
When I through my fits
And I slit my Wrists
Cause I can't seem to feel like me
And this ain't a dream far as I can see
Every time I have to speak I get reminded that I'm broken
Never learned to show emotion, I was coaxed to be a stoic
I been frozen and I know it, but my brain is never slowing
And the way my brain is wired it ain't surprising I'm a poet
Set in motion by my trauma, and so I'm never growing
As a person or an artist, but there's beauty in the moment
I just can't seem to show it, because I can't stop droning
Feeling hopeless about the path that I'm fucking going
Hated life as a kid because I had emotions
Hating life when I'm grown because I'm never knowing
Why everything have to I feel has been coming out so potent
I'm sick of all the gloating when I'm sitting here so broken
When you floating down the river while I'm drowning in the ocean
And I'm holding it all in until it turns to an implosion
But for now it's an explosion and I'm forced to keep it going
And I suffer through erosion until I'm far more broken
I woke up like this
Like half past six
When I through my fits
And I slit my Wrists
Cause I can't seem to feel like me
And this ain't a dream far as I can see
I woke up like this
Like half past six
When I through my fits
And I slit my Wrists
Cause I can't seem to feel like me
And this ain't a dream far as I can see
I woke up like this
Like half past six
When I through my fits
And I slit my Wrists
Cause I can't seem to feel like me
And this ain't a dream far as I can see
I woke up like this
Like half past six
When I through my fits
And I slit my Wrists
Cause I can't seem to feel like me
And this ain't a dream far as I can see
This song is for anybody who
Wakes up in the morning and already just
Can't handle life
Sometimes getting out of bed is just the hardest part
Y'know
I woke up like this
Like half past six
When I through my fits
And I slit my Wrists
Cause I can't seem to feel like me
And this ain't a dream far as I can see
I woke up like this
Like half past six
When I through my fits
And I slit my Wrists
Cause I can't seem to feel like me
And this ain't a dream far as I can see
These tears tear me apart as I rip this shit
And I can feel it in my heart when my wrists get slit
Man, I wish this shit was just a vivid trip
Least in that scenario I could skip this hit
They wanna send me away so they can fix this shit
You can call it a vacation but it's a business trip
As a kid I loved to rap, I had the quickest spit
But now as an adult I'm feeling quick to quit
Because I only use it just to spit my fits
My homies hear my music and think they get this shit
And inside I know they try but they ain't lived with this
They don't know my selfish loathing's how my wick gets lit
Every day I think of ways on how to ditch this ship
But my pain would be in vain to those who'd miss this kid
So I'm forced to live a life I got no interest in
Least when I get dementia I won't miss this shit
I woke up like this
Like half past six
When I through my fits
And I slit my Wrists
Cause I can't seem to feel like me
And this ain't a dream far as I can see
I woke up like this
Like half past six
When I through my fits
And I slit my Wrists
Cause I can't seem to feel like me
And this ain't a dream far as I can see
Every time I have to speak I get reminded that I'm broken
Never learned to show emotion, I was coaxed to be a stoic
I been frozen and I know it, but my brain is never slowing
And the way my brain is wired it ain't surprising I'm a poet
Set in motion by my trauma, and so I'm never growing
As a person or an artist, but there's beauty in the moment
I just can't seem to show it, because I can't stop droning
Feeling hopeless about the path that I'm fucking going
Hated life as a kid because I had emotions
Hating life when I'm grown because I'm never knowing
Why everything have to I feel has been coming out so potent
I'm sick of all the gloating when I'm sitting here so broken
When you floating down the river while I'm drowning in the ocean
And I'm holding it all in until it turns to an implosion
But for now it's an explosion and I'm forced to keep it going
And I suffer through erosion until I'm far more broken
I woke up like this
Like half past six
When I through my fits
And I slit my Wrists
Cause I can't seem to feel like me
And this ain't a dream far as I can see
I woke up like this
Like half past six
When I through my fits
And I slit my Wrists
Cause I can't seem to feel like me
And this ain't a dream far as I can see
I woke up like this
Like half past six
When I through my fits
And I slit my Wrists
Cause I can't seem to feel like me
And this ain't a dream far as I can see
I woke up like this
Like half past six
When I through my fits
And I slit my Wrists
Cause I can't seem to feel like me
And this ain't a dream far as I can see
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Fowler
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