1. |
inhibition
03:13
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i'm paintin' pictures
on another frame of mind
tryna keep my distance
to let it subside
cos i don't want it
i don't want the me that lied
but i'm getting strangled
by the rope of which we're tied
and i'll lose my mind
until you forget me
cut the string
and let me loose but i doubt it
it's all my fault and
i should take responsibility
and apologize
but that's outta my abilities
yeah
wasted all my time
using music to confide in
no matter how hard i tried
now i realize
that i'm stuck
my visions getting starry
and my words they turn to dust
too busy spouting nonsense
but i don't really give a fuck
cos this shit is pointless anyways
so far gone in just twenty days
the walls around me begin to cave
and i'm crushed by the weight of my sins
and i might be out of my mind
that or i'm real fuckin blind
it took me this long to discern
that i'm wasting my time
yeah i'm wasting your time
everything i say has no meaning
and i've been all caught up in my inhibitions
tryna devise and write every word i sing
but i'm still chained up by the weight of the blame
and i'm confounded
cos i sat and watched it wither away
my ethics are clouded
amenity is not my game
if i weren't so adamant
maybe there would finally be a change
if i weren't so inadequate
maybe i'd finally find my place
but that shit's pointless when they see through you
and i lose focus, never carry through
don't wanna be relied on when i'm just lied to
what does it matter to [you]
and i might be out of my mind
that or i'm real fuckin blind
it took me this long to discern
that i'm wasting my time
yeah i'm wasting your time
everything i say has no meaning
and i've been all caught up in my inhibitions
tryna devise and write every word i sing
but i'm still chained up by the weight of the
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2. |
in/my/head
02:43
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trust fall
this is bigger than myself
and i am overwhelmed
it's all parallel
self-doubt
i put my mind to somethin'
tryna build what i had from nothin'
i guess i'll move on
this illusion got me petrified, terrified
blame it on the mic cos i can’t sing my lines, yeah
tryna quarantine but i can't seem to do nothin'
i say that i'm an artist but you know i'm bluffin'
they say time is money, yeah you know i waste both
i've been ramblin' on like i don't have an end quote
trapped in my daw, haven't gone outside
yeah the drive and the passion is all that keeps me alive
shape my mind
maybe i'll become something
too fucking blind
to see what was ahead
and if you feel inclined
just shoot me dead
cos it's all in my head
it's all in my head
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