Surrounded*
You've been static, why you problematic?
I've been troubled while you wreaking havoc
Growing stubble
Write a verse, it feels so automatic
Select thunder like we hitting magic
Resin stored while I pour, it had me manic
Isopropyl, high percentages, I'm cleaning past it
Hear the calls of my name, see me dripping fashion
Working hard, you can hear the passion
Over and over again, we button-mashing
Yeah, bitch, see me wishing faster
Yeah, bitch, apprentice to a master
Yeah, bitch, I salvaged a little extra
My ambition growing more than the previous year
Putting in work how I deviate fear
The deviation is clear, differentiated all my old emotions to tears
Drifting to-and-fro how the axis steers
I've been elevated to a different tier
I've been thinking about the old days
Smoke a joint or two and zone out, playing the same games
Change catalog, start a level
The only way that I can maintain
Even older than that, before smoking or rap
Gotta mold and adapt
Escaping reality how I sold all of that
Fall down and relapse, throw all my progress in the trash and that's that
Sometimes I wanna say "fuck it"
Sometimes I wanna kick the bucket
Sometimes I wanna give it up and become nothing
Sometimes I wanna say "I love you"
Sometimes I miss the way I run to all the things damaging me
Sometimes I want you
I've been feeling surrounded
I've been troubled while you wreaking havoc
Growing stubble
Write a verse, it feels so automatic
Select thunder like we hitting magic
Resin stored while I pour, it had me manic
Isopropyl, high percentages, I'm cleaning past it
Hear the calls of my name, see me dripping fashion
Working hard, you can hear the passion
Over and over again, we button-mashing
Yeah, bitch, see me wishing faster
Yeah, bitch, apprentice to a master
Yeah, bitch, I salvaged a little extra
My ambition growing more than the previous year
Putting in work how I deviate fear
The deviation is clear, differentiated all my old emotions to tears
Drifting to-and-fro how the axis steers
I've been elevated to a different tier
I've been thinking about the old days
Smoke a joint or two and zone out, playing the same games
Change catalog, start a level
The only way that I can maintain
Even older than that, before smoking or rap
Gotta mold and adapt
Escaping reality how I sold all of that
Fall down and relapse, throw all my progress in the trash and that's that
Sometimes I wanna say "fuck it"
Sometimes I wanna kick the bucket
Sometimes I wanna give it up and become nothing
Sometimes I wanna say "I love you"
Sometimes I miss the way I run to all the things damaging me
Sometimes I want you
I've been feeling surrounded
Credits
Writer(s): Triple Cast
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.