Lungs
Another brick wall I can see right through
I was coming up trying to be like you
The brunt of the joke, with his lungs full of smoke
Only need 3 lines, here's a Beal haiku
Thought I had it all figured out
Should've had it all written down
Once I have the money in hand
I'm never coming back to this town
Look what we did, homie
Look what we did
I've been getting ripped way before the Wii Fit
She still playing games, we used to the Miniclip
Poured the juice in the flask, instilling a little sip
Little ghosts stay flying around my bedroom
Hoping the voices quit, I'm trying to go to bed soon
Can't choose us what the begging will get you
I wanna see the world, but I don't think I'll ever get to
Black and blue, let the bruise turn grey
I was chosen you gonna rue this day
I used to have a dream but it's faded like the leaves now
There's nothing left to do or say
All I got is this jazz and this knife in my back
This is '97 now and my tank full of gas
See the view from the dash, got my mood in the back
Nothing new, gotta move when I'm losing my laugh
Another brick wall I can see right through
I was coming up trying to be like you
The brunt of the joke, with his lungs full of smoke
Only need 3 lines, here's a Beal haiku
Thought I had it all figured out
Should've had it all written down
Once I have the money in hand
I'm never coming back to this town
Waking up 12:30, my alarm still ringing
Went cold turkey, now I'm always overthinking
Shit was always better when I had no pot to piss in
Searching for the moment and I know there's something missing
Doing nothing, record episode of dreamcore
Weed in my lungs, mama told me I should breathe more
Little shop of horrors suddenly to kick and see more
Coming to you live from the bottom of the seafloor
If I wake up and nobody else here nothing changes
I been all alone since my SoundCloud playlist
I've been missing home since the rich Nick Cage
See myself getting older now I miss those days
Used to walk home and just float with the silence
Now it's just coke getting smoke in my eyelids
We could turn ghost who breaks from my iris
Nothing in my chest as we fade to the violet
Another brick wall I can see right through
I was coming up trying to be like you
The brunt of the joke, with his lungs full of smoke
Only need 3 lines, here's a Beal haiku
Thought I had it all figured out
Should've had it all written down
Once I have the money in hand
I'm never coming back to this town
I was coming up trying to be like you
The brunt of the joke, with his lungs full of smoke
Only need 3 lines, here's a Beal haiku
Thought I had it all figured out
Should've had it all written down
Once I have the money in hand
I'm never coming back to this town
Look what we did, homie
Look what we did
I've been getting ripped way before the Wii Fit
She still playing games, we used to the Miniclip
Poured the juice in the flask, instilling a little sip
Little ghosts stay flying around my bedroom
Hoping the voices quit, I'm trying to go to bed soon
Can't choose us what the begging will get you
I wanna see the world, but I don't think I'll ever get to
Black and blue, let the bruise turn grey
I was chosen you gonna rue this day
I used to have a dream but it's faded like the leaves now
There's nothing left to do or say
All I got is this jazz and this knife in my back
This is '97 now and my tank full of gas
See the view from the dash, got my mood in the back
Nothing new, gotta move when I'm losing my laugh
Another brick wall I can see right through
I was coming up trying to be like you
The brunt of the joke, with his lungs full of smoke
Only need 3 lines, here's a Beal haiku
Thought I had it all figured out
Should've had it all written down
Once I have the money in hand
I'm never coming back to this town
Waking up 12:30, my alarm still ringing
Went cold turkey, now I'm always overthinking
Shit was always better when I had no pot to piss in
Searching for the moment and I know there's something missing
Doing nothing, record episode of dreamcore
Weed in my lungs, mama told me I should breathe more
Little shop of horrors suddenly to kick and see more
Coming to you live from the bottom of the seafloor
If I wake up and nobody else here nothing changes
I been all alone since my SoundCloud playlist
I've been missing home since the rich Nick Cage
See myself getting older now I miss those days
Used to walk home and just float with the silence
Now it's just coke getting smoke in my eyelids
We could turn ghost who breaks from my iris
Nothing in my chest as we fade to the violet
Another brick wall I can see right through
I was coming up trying to be like you
The brunt of the joke, with his lungs full of smoke
Only need 3 lines, here's a Beal haiku
Thought I had it all figured out
Should've had it all written down
Once I have the money in hand
I'm never coming back to this town
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Benjamin Ross Beal
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