Lame!
Holdup, brainblast call me sonic when I'm running out of song ideas
I need a different direction, I need your news feed
Hit me back when I need it, we're on the same team
When I make a good beat, it's the same thing
High hats and a hook, the lame things
It's all sounding the same, don't wanna talk about it
When I think of something, it ends up nothing
And the other day, The other day
Like Tuesday, that was the best day
I wrote a sentence, goddamn
Where the fuck you selling talent
Can you point me to it? I'm feeling clueless
I've got too many problems, then I write about it
Got so many thoughts in my head
Why don't you just give me a rest
Why don't you just give me a rest
Why don't you just give me a rest
Rest
Why don't you just give me a rest
I hide my problems, it doesn't matter what's up with me
Only bring up excuses exclusive to me
When I write all these silly songs about nothing
Can you relate to a bi boy? Well it's your choice
One two, one two I don't even bother
What the fuck do I do? I don't talk to father holdup
When I make a song I put it through the brain holdup
Hopefully you'll bring it up in your name holdup
I've got too many problems, then I write about it
Got so many thoughts in my head
Why don't you just give me a rest
Why don't you just give me a rest
Why don't you just give me a rest
Rest
Why don't you just give me a rest
So this is what would happen if I let you take over
I'm running to the dark side, but still I stay sober
I'm terrified of seeing you
But the thought of it just scares me
It's embarrassing
I need a different direction, I need your news feed
Hit me back when I need it, we're on the same team
When I make a good beat, it's the same thing
High hats and a hook, the lame things
It's all sounding the same, don't wanna talk about it
When I think of something, it ends up nothing
And the other day, The other day
Like Tuesday, that was the best day
I wrote a sentence, goddamn
Where the fuck you selling talent
Can you point me to it? I'm feeling clueless
I've got too many problems, then I write about it
Got so many thoughts in my head
Why don't you just give me a rest
Why don't you just give me a rest
Why don't you just give me a rest
Rest
Why don't you just give me a rest
I hide my problems, it doesn't matter what's up with me
Only bring up excuses exclusive to me
When I write all these silly songs about nothing
Can you relate to a bi boy? Well it's your choice
One two, one two I don't even bother
What the fuck do I do? I don't talk to father holdup
When I make a song I put it through the brain holdup
Hopefully you'll bring it up in your name holdup
I've got too many problems, then I write about it
Got so many thoughts in my head
Why don't you just give me a rest
Why don't you just give me a rest
Why don't you just give me a rest
Rest
Why don't you just give me a rest
So this is what would happen if I let you take over
I'm running to the dark side, but still I stay sober
I'm terrified of seeing you
But the thought of it just scares me
It's embarrassing
Credits
Writer(s): Cobi Maness
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