The Prodigal Sun

What if the world just collapsed on itself?
Nothing happens, and the time never tells
If the universe was flipped and the entire population's in hell
Or if we just turned back into singular cells?
What if I never made the music or the albums to sell?
And the people that I came across as evil prevailed
Kept on yapping 'bout the drama and 'bout all it entails
Or if I had to tell my mama I'm so sorry I failed
But I guess we'll never know because we're still here
We're trying to figure things out and not instill fear
Made 'bout 100 plus songs just this year
But sometimes I'm still scared so I steer clear
But what if I shot my shot like 9 some years back?
Or if I did all of this music stuff early on in the past?
If all the ideas I had then were actually made back then
I guess we'll never know now so tell me what was your question

I can't give you any answers, if you don't got the questions
Gotta clear your mind baby, because I can feel the tension
Picture perfect never captured
I won't ever learn my lesson
'Cause I can't find an answer, if I don't got the questions

Why does the world have to flip on my shit?
Got me too damn close to fucking calling it quits
When the words start to hit me, got my mind in the fritz
I ain't even got my time to have my bacon and grits
When this shit could've been solved, why don't I find a resolve?
Why does life gotta get me leaving holes in the walls
And everybody around me always getting involved
Why the fuck do people even care about me at all?
Guess I'll keep on going, but fuck opinions I hear
'Cause it's the cause of all my pressure that would leave me in tears
At the top, but it didn't happen because they see me as weird
And never being accepted is all that I'd ever feared

(Fuck)

I can't give you any answers, if you don't got the questions
Gotta clear your mind baby, because I can feel the tension
Picture perfect never captured
I won't ever learn my lesson
'Cause I can't find an answer, if I don't got the questions

I got all these stupid problems, I know
But I've been trying to get it figured all out
And the voices that I hear are so loud
Making commas is so hard on my own
Especially when my world is falling right down
'Cause the voice is coming out of my mouth
That's why

I can't give you any answers, if you don't got the questions
Gotta clear your mind baby, because I can feel the tension
Picture perfect never captured
I won't ever learn my lesson
'Cause I can't find an answer, if I don't got the questions

I've been looking for somebody who could help me out today
Need a medic who can help me guide the way
I've been trying to keep things steady
Damn is that so hard to ask for?
It's so scary how I feel some type of way
(Some type of way)



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua John Castaneda
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