No. 3
(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Uh, yeah)
Man I wish that I could tell it
All the stories that I had back when life was hellish
I could probably write a novel but you couldn't sell it
'Cuz if I read it out loud, you'd probably miss the message
I've been drawing out the lines here from time to time (Huh)
Polka dot scribbles represent my peace of mind (Huh)
For a couple years I think it hit a sharp decline (Huh)
Had to reassess the people that I idolize (Huh)
Who I hang around never really stays around (Huh)
I might be the problem
That's the truth I found
My inner monologue just like my pack, it's super loud (Huh)
Cuz when I'm super up
Next week I'm super down (Huh)
I'm feeling super weird
Like am I even here?
I'm disassociating
Crying stupid tears
I got stupid fears, even dumber ways to cope (Huh)
I drink two or three beers and I puff the smoke (Huh)
Now I'm in my head, even bigger disconnect (Huh)
People hit me up, but I let the calls collect (Huh)
Slurrin' all my words, I fucked up my dialect (Huh)
Time to do it all again
Let me get some rest
(Like let me get some rest mmhm)
(Like let me get some rest, yeah)
(Yeah, mhmm)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Uh, yeah)
Man I wish that I could tell it
All the stories that I had back when life was hellish
I could probably write a novel but you couldn't sell it
'Cuz if I read it out loud, you'd probably miss the message
I've been drawing out the lines here from time to time (Huh)
Polka dot scribbles represent my peace of mind (Huh)
For a couple years I think it hit a sharp decline (Huh)
Had to reassess the people that I idolize (Huh)
Who I hang around never really stays around (Huh)
I might be the problem
That's the truth I found
My inner monologue just like my pack, it's super loud (Huh)
Cuz when I'm super up
Next week I'm super down (Huh)
I'm feeling super weird
Like am I even here?
I'm disassociating
Crying stupid tears
I got stupid fears, even dumber ways to cope (Huh)
I drink two or three beers and I puff the smoke (Huh)
Now I'm in my head, even bigger disconnect (Huh)
People hit me up, but I let the calls collect (Huh)
Slurrin' all my words, I fucked up my dialect (Huh)
Time to do it all again
Let me get some rest
(Like let me get some rest mmhm)
(Like let me get some rest, yeah)
(Yeah, mhmm)
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Writer(s): Jacob Nixon
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