Yo, I was gonna write a song but my pen broke And now I'm crying on my own give a fuck about my friends though And now I sit in thisAnnotate lesson, thinking is this depression Or is my brain still simply missing a section, I'm distant We all call to bricks in a wall, well I'm the drillbit spinning forcing bits to the fall And I'm still sick print it like I pissed in the pool In the winter missing and still drippeling bo I think these days people need to lay of the clichés Waking each day in the grave for your weeks wage I play games just to keep sane, and my peeps says "Peace James!" Nah fuck it, He's strange, never gonna behave, never gonna be shit Sweet kid level but he's never gonna reach it, whatever get a clean script I speak deepness, percieve these with genies to freak with
Hook X2 :
Now I never seen a reason for wishing And I never seen a need for decision Have I ever been a creature that creeps in your speaker I'll never be the creature that didn't
Verse 2 :
Yo, I was gonna read my palm but my eyes burst As the bright words spiraled my mind but my mind hurts So now I came to a decision, thinking this isn't living Swimming in the pit I piss and I shit in It's triple wishing that got me face down in my sketchbook I hate sound and a frown is my best look From here on out I'm just opening experience floating in decision While I'm close within the millions, hoping I can fly away And find a nicer life, I hate to cry so I just sit tight and bite my lip to hide the pain Stay in line with the higher pains and get discount on every slumps that saves, I can buy a brain But I'm the kind of guy to try that and try again Why lay in climax and die that's a crying shame Lay back and try to die in pain Instead I leave my mind three times as mashed and I cry again