Diary (3rd of June, 2023)
Okay, let's go
I blocked Hermit two days ago, he was being kinda unfair in a game
When I called him that, he redirected it against me
And he didn't admit his own mistakes, well, that really is unfair
So I'm fairly but barely sad right now, but I do hope that he
Isn't at all sad, I hope that he's really happy
I might be called a liar, but I cannot prove that I'm not
I'd have to X-Ray my brain, it'd look kind of happy
I think you'd see four eyes, but if so, then you'd be smokin' pot
Oh, my dear diary, what would I want to write on you today?
Should I list my wrongs and my rights 'cause I don't have n'un else to say
Oh, my dear diary, why would I ever neglect you like this, please stay
Today, I haven't told nothin' to you, and I'm sorry, what price shall I pay
Oh, my dear diary, today it just really was another day
Tried to up myself, but then I slipped, and after that I just laid
On my ass, sorry dear diary, nothin' interestin' but it's my fate
I truly do hope I'll keep liftin' myself, or I just might fall in a crate
Yesterday I talked with my new best friend who's also my closest
I called her since she was feelin' sad, so I tried to draw a smile
Probably did, I really hope so, also I told her s'um I had to confess
But I can't reveal that, just wait two weeks, don't give me a dial
I'm happy it's happenin' though, waited for this for eight months
I thank my parents and I thank God, thank you for this, it wasn't in my odds
Also, I was thinkin' of changin' my stage name, the rapper hunts
But I've decided I'll just stay as Indie, the name doesn't stink and rot
Oh, my dear diary, what would I want to write on you today
Should I list my wrongs and my rights 'cause I don't have n'un else to say
Oh, my dear diary, why would I ever neglect you like this, please stay
Today, I haven't told nothin' to you, and I'm sorry, what price shall I pay
Oh, my dear diary, today it just really was another day
Tried to up myself, but then I slipped, and after that I just laid
On my ass, sorry dear diary, nothin' interestin' but it's my fate
I truly do hope I'll keep liftin' myself, or I just might fall in a crate
Today, I had to go to boxing class, but I skipped, resemblin' my old self
Don't like being a slacker like my old self, he ain't me no more
'Fore he morphed into me, he was skinny and short, nothing like myself
I don't know why, but I wanna delve into this topic more
The old me was a snitch actin' like he was depressed, like he was broken
But he was chillin' and he didn't like that, he needed a sob story
He wanted to be important and special, but fuck that, he ain't a token
Lastly, before I go, I want to say that I recommend Denzel Curry (the fuck)
Oh, my dear diary, what would I want to write on you today?
Should I list my wrongs and my rights 'cause I don't have n'un else to say
Oh, my dear diary, why would I ever neglect you like this, please stay
Today, I haven't told nothin' to you, and I'm sorry, what price shall I pay
Oh, my dear diary, today it just really was another day
Tried to up myself, but then I slipped, and after that I just laid
On my ass, sorry dear diary, nothin' interestin' but it's my fate
I truly do hope I'll keep liftin' myself, or I just might fall in a crate
Tomorrow, I-
I blocked Hermit two days ago, he was being kinda unfair in a game
When I called him that, he redirected it against me
And he didn't admit his own mistakes, well, that really is unfair
So I'm fairly but barely sad right now, but I do hope that he
Isn't at all sad, I hope that he's really happy
I might be called a liar, but I cannot prove that I'm not
I'd have to X-Ray my brain, it'd look kind of happy
I think you'd see four eyes, but if so, then you'd be smokin' pot
Oh, my dear diary, what would I want to write on you today?
Should I list my wrongs and my rights 'cause I don't have n'un else to say
Oh, my dear diary, why would I ever neglect you like this, please stay
Today, I haven't told nothin' to you, and I'm sorry, what price shall I pay
Oh, my dear diary, today it just really was another day
Tried to up myself, but then I slipped, and after that I just laid
On my ass, sorry dear diary, nothin' interestin' but it's my fate
I truly do hope I'll keep liftin' myself, or I just might fall in a crate
Yesterday I talked with my new best friend who's also my closest
I called her since she was feelin' sad, so I tried to draw a smile
Probably did, I really hope so, also I told her s'um I had to confess
But I can't reveal that, just wait two weeks, don't give me a dial
I'm happy it's happenin' though, waited for this for eight months
I thank my parents and I thank God, thank you for this, it wasn't in my odds
Also, I was thinkin' of changin' my stage name, the rapper hunts
But I've decided I'll just stay as Indie, the name doesn't stink and rot
Oh, my dear diary, what would I want to write on you today
Should I list my wrongs and my rights 'cause I don't have n'un else to say
Oh, my dear diary, why would I ever neglect you like this, please stay
Today, I haven't told nothin' to you, and I'm sorry, what price shall I pay
Oh, my dear diary, today it just really was another day
Tried to up myself, but then I slipped, and after that I just laid
On my ass, sorry dear diary, nothin' interestin' but it's my fate
I truly do hope I'll keep liftin' myself, or I just might fall in a crate
Today, I had to go to boxing class, but I skipped, resemblin' my old self
Don't like being a slacker like my old self, he ain't me no more
'Fore he morphed into me, he was skinny and short, nothing like myself
I don't know why, but I wanna delve into this topic more
The old me was a snitch actin' like he was depressed, like he was broken
But he was chillin' and he didn't like that, he needed a sob story
He wanted to be important and special, but fuck that, he ain't a token
Lastly, before I go, I want to say that I recommend Denzel Curry (the fuck)
Oh, my dear diary, what would I want to write on you today?
Should I list my wrongs and my rights 'cause I don't have n'un else to say
Oh, my dear diary, why would I ever neglect you like this, please stay
Today, I haven't told nothin' to you, and I'm sorry, what price shall I pay
Oh, my dear diary, today it just really was another day
Tried to up myself, but then I slipped, and after that I just laid
On my ass, sorry dear diary, nothin' interestin' but it's my fate
I truly do hope I'll keep liftin' myself, or I just might fall in a crate
Tomorrow, I-
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