Woe Is Me
Grind that
Roll that
Light that
Smoke that
Grind that
Roll that
Light that
Uh
Am I lost again?
Writer's block like I dropped the pen
Time just stops like they clocked Big Ben
I've been rolling to rollers to tie loose ends
Could never keep a friend, the end's way too scary
My head's airy
Been away with the fairies
Now I'm trip-a-tripping think I'm in the Canaries
See I've been liv-a-living like my liver don't scare me
(Yeah)
But my liver don't
See everything I fear is inside my bones
And everything I fear is my own damn fault
Like I'm staying in for time and my money is low (Yeah)
See I got big boy plans
But the world is so grand
And I just can't keep a hold of it all
And I keep failing expectations
Everyone seems ostentatious, when
They know how to swim and not crawl
I'm moving oh-so slowly
Despacito
Look at me go
I'm going nowhere
I'm falling down, so down
I'm tryna free fall
Nothing's free though
I'm not free here
So Imma go ahead
Wash all of the stress off the back of my neck, yeah
Shit sticks like sweat
Head tilt sideways
I don't know what's best, yeah
I mean
Really it's just
How I've been feeling
Over these past couple
Days (Days)
Weeks (Weeks)
Months (Months)
I don't
I don't know how long it's been
I've been stuck in this room for a while
I've been tryna make a song about it
You know
But
Fuck
And I would try to make myself a sandwich, but
All I got is butter and some eggs in the fridge
I was hoping for a chance to speak, but
All I got was lies and the gov don't give a shit
I don't wanna follow trends
I don't wanna make friends
I don't wanna feel the sweat down the back of my neck when I'm left
I'm fine
Really I'm fine
I'm just struggling with the weight of
Being alive
I got first world problems with no real weight
I got a roof over my head and I got food on my plate
That's great
So why can't I feel great?
Depression manifesting so the walls turn grey
And the sky bleeds rain
And I woke up late
And I missed my train
Which I payed full price for with my half price wage
And I've needed to go Aldi for three or four days
Stay sane, stay sane
Put some lyrics on a page
Why does every fucker seem to have it all together
When I'm stuck inside my bedroom like
Nothing but a sucker
Tryna stick it back together
Peter Piper got no peppers
Cause he's feeling less than lesser, so
Grind that
Roll that
Light that
Smoke that
Grind that
Roll that
Light that
Uh
Roll that
Light that
Smoke that
Grind that
Roll that
Light that
Uh
Am I lost again?
Writer's block like I dropped the pen
Time just stops like they clocked Big Ben
I've been rolling to rollers to tie loose ends
Could never keep a friend, the end's way too scary
My head's airy
Been away with the fairies
Now I'm trip-a-tripping think I'm in the Canaries
See I've been liv-a-living like my liver don't scare me
(Yeah)
But my liver don't
See everything I fear is inside my bones
And everything I fear is my own damn fault
Like I'm staying in for time and my money is low (Yeah)
See I got big boy plans
But the world is so grand
And I just can't keep a hold of it all
And I keep failing expectations
Everyone seems ostentatious, when
They know how to swim and not crawl
I'm moving oh-so slowly
Despacito
Look at me go
I'm going nowhere
I'm falling down, so down
I'm tryna free fall
Nothing's free though
I'm not free here
So Imma go ahead
Wash all of the stress off the back of my neck, yeah
Shit sticks like sweat
Head tilt sideways
I don't know what's best, yeah
I mean
Really it's just
How I've been feeling
Over these past couple
Days (Days)
Weeks (Weeks)
Months (Months)
I don't
I don't know how long it's been
I've been stuck in this room for a while
I've been tryna make a song about it
You know
But
Fuck
And I would try to make myself a sandwich, but
All I got is butter and some eggs in the fridge
I was hoping for a chance to speak, but
All I got was lies and the gov don't give a shit
I don't wanna follow trends
I don't wanna make friends
I don't wanna feel the sweat down the back of my neck when I'm left
I'm fine
Really I'm fine
I'm just struggling with the weight of
Being alive
I got first world problems with no real weight
I got a roof over my head and I got food on my plate
That's great
So why can't I feel great?
Depression manifesting so the walls turn grey
And the sky bleeds rain
And I woke up late
And I missed my train
Which I payed full price for with my half price wage
And I've needed to go Aldi for three or four days
Stay sane, stay sane
Put some lyrics on a page
Why does every fucker seem to have it all together
When I'm stuck inside my bedroom like
Nothing but a sucker
Tryna stick it back together
Peter Piper got no peppers
Cause he's feeling less than lesser, so
Grind that
Roll that
Light that
Smoke that
Grind that
Roll that
Light that
Uh
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Writer(s): Tee Fisher
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