Lost Thoughts
I don't know who the fuck you thought you could be
I really hope you ain't thinking you'd be anything like me
Why can't you see I'm not just like any other
I'm living up in the gutter
I don't like to speak I mutter
I don't follow rules motherfucker I like to misbehave
But honestly some decisions might end me up in my grave
Breaking bones like a moshpit a rave
Work and school plus this music got me feeling like I'm a slave
But to this world I give up no more I fucking cave
In my heart this pain I engrave
But most the pains been forgave
All the people I couldn't save
I wish I could take their places
Behind the smoke and their faces
Jagged lines while I go through phases
While I'm high looking up yeah he gazes
I'm trying to stay strong for the people that still want me alive
Really I've learned so much since I moved right up to the 435
So I still look up and I strive
And I'm fucking whipping this vibe
Gotta stay true stick to the tribe
Oh this feeling I can't describe
It's just like holding up a mirror
Only I can't see it clearer
But this feeling keeps getting nearer
It's like every time I see her
I really just want to clear her of all her pain and regret
I feel like I'm so in debt
But I'll give it back and I'll bet
My fucking life on it
I been holding back I admit
From the pace, in this place, no this shit Ain't a race so I guess I'll fucking sit
And calm the fuck down
Until I'm dug in the ground
Swear I'm smoking up a pound of this marijuana
Hotbox just like a sauna
You touch anything that's mine or my friends I swear you're a goner
Breaking promises straight dishonor
If ou do I'll be Geoffrey Dahmer
Fucking my bitch yeah I'm up on her
Anything that you want to say I promise it won't make me calmer
Drinking up on this fucking liquid I think that it's Arnold Palmer
So I like to sit here and ponder
I don't think that I'll go much longer
Pouring up some lean Yeah I conjure
I'm feeling all of this pain
So I guess I'll end this shit, like fuck this shit blow out my brain
I really hope you ain't thinking you'd be anything like me
Why can't you see I'm not just like any other
I'm living up in the gutter
I don't like to speak I mutter
I don't follow rules motherfucker I like to misbehave
But honestly some decisions might end me up in my grave
Breaking bones like a moshpit a rave
Work and school plus this music got me feeling like I'm a slave
But to this world I give up no more I fucking cave
In my heart this pain I engrave
But most the pains been forgave
All the people I couldn't save
I wish I could take their places
Behind the smoke and their faces
Jagged lines while I go through phases
While I'm high looking up yeah he gazes
I'm trying to stay strong for the people that still want me alive
Really I've learned so much since I moved right up to the 435
So I still look up and I strive
And I'm fucking whipping this vibe
Gotta stay true stick to the tribe
Oh this feeling I can't describe
It's just like holding up a mirror
Only I can't see it clearer
But this feeling keeps getting nearer
It's like every time I see her
I really just want to clear her of all her pain and regret
I feel like I'm so in debt
But I'll give it back and I'll bet
My fucking life on it
I been holding back I admit
From the pace, in this place, no this shit Ain't a race so I guess I'll fucking sit
And calm the fuck down
Until I'm dug in the ground
Swear I'm smoking up a pound of this marijuana
Hotbox just like a sauna
You touch anything that's mine or my friends I swear you're a goner
Breaking promises straight dishonor
If ou do I'll be Geoffrey Dahmer
Fucking my bitch yeah I'm up on her
Anything that you want to say I promise it won't make me calmer
Drinking up on this fucking liquid I think that it's Arnold Palmer
So I like to sit here and ponder
I don't think that I'll go much longer
Pouring up some lean Yeah I conjure
I'm feeling all of this pain
So I guess I'll end this shit, like fuck this shit blow out my brain
Credits
Writer(s): Xane York
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