Broken Record

Theoretically speaking I'm living life in a dream
Cause every time I fall asleep I feel as fly as a bee
And every other night I can't I see I'm trapped in the wall
I see the ceiling is a friend of mine but leaves me to crawl
Cramping my wings, stamping my check
Every other mother fucker here stays staring so I'm stomping their neck
It's awsome aint it, just do the same shit
Till ya' mind done gave up like you never had a choice in this bitch
And I'm telling you, you're here to make noise for the man
Not a clone of a party-hungry freak or thottie for tan
I'm sorry my friend, I dont understand
What the whole hype is about seeing the same losers till I'm sorry and dead

Imma have like five mother fuckers at my funeral
Only be a ride till ascention to the newer new
If you wanna drive see you there I'm way ahead of you
Talk about the time where I go when you put two and two

Together never settle for never, if ever so clever
Then what is your purpose and can you really tell me that
Smart at school, ain't shit in life, just tryna make the debit go by
Spirit keeps a seeking but is lost cause you ain't opened eyes
My oh my the dopest kind the key to something you can't find
Cupid shot me with an arrow felt like fuckin' riodine
Shawtie left me wondering if only boys are cryin'
No trust, no love, only in my fucking self
No bust, just lust ain't it something fuckin' else
Just cause only broken records sitting on my shelves
(Shelves)

Imma have like five mother fuckers at my funeral
Only be a ride till ascention to the newer new
If you wanna drive see you there I'm way ahead of you
Talk about the time where I go when you put two and two

Imma have like five mother fuckers at my funeral
Only be a ride till ascention to the newer new
If you wanna drive see you there I'm way ahead of you
Talk about the time where I go when you put two and two



Credits
Writer(s): Lukasz Glazewski
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