times passed and I don’t know how to feel times passed and I just don’t feel real head up in the clouds, let me take a little second just to process what’s around me surrounding me, unfamiliar faces, memories drowning me because I’m stuck in a place that once grounded me I should hate my past but I feel like I belong in the minutes that i’ve lived, I could re-write all my wrongs but I know life don’t work like that i’ve lost time so burning bridges don’t hurt like that deep connections i’ve been ridden of, it hurts so much I numb the pain by being busy so I work so much
tell me that I’m crazy tell me everything you think, tell me that you made me tell me that I’m not one of a kind boy you must be blind boy, you must be drifting way behind boy as hours pass, I’m racing the grains of sand in the hourglass I’m trying to stay awake instead of being chased by the man in my dreams telling me that I don’t got what it takes I’ve been up all night, late nights, no time I can lose to the time I consume in these late nights it’s the life that I chose and I’m tired but I choose what I do, how I move on these late nights it’s a game of survival, I feel like a rival, my thoughts come alive on these late nights and you don’t wanna know what I think on these late nights it’s kinda scary, although the truth is quite despairing I like to fake I feel thing, I like to bury I’m then convinced that I’m not bothered, I’m not caring I’m in the mirror but I say that I’m not staring it’s pretty obvious that I am, I hate the way I am I hate the way that ignorance makes me feel less of a man
Based in the fears What mama had said to do What pop pop forbade was truth What was I to know to do On my own, whoopty doo Missed my boat Can't float and cruise Wanting more than the daily news Shit is getting bad Bliss or head in the sand Death is the end or live in the past What does is really mean to last Front runner Never been in the back Need my name to echo Hearts to jump at my hello Sweaty Palms at my appearance I need that power where they can feel it Type of fear that makes em curious
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times passed and I don’t know how to feel
times passed and I just don’t feel real
head up in the clouds, let me take a little second just to process what’s around me
surrounding me, unfamiliar faces, memories drowning me
because I’m stuck in a place that once grounded me
I should hate my past but I feel like I belong
in the minutes that i’ve lived, I could re-write all my wrongs
but I know life don’t work like that
i’ve lost time so burning bridges don’t hurt like that
deep connections i’ve been ridden of, it hurts so much
I numb the pain by being busy so I work so much
also i'm not a bot just to let u know. chile
Hahaha we know you ain’t a bot, you’re a real one Mira 😤
I'm going to the top in weather man's check the sweater feel the letter man sometimes you bet but I sitback & sweat ❤
I’ve been writing in type beats for a couple months now it’s just hard to get anyone to listen… 😮💨
tell me that I’m crazy
tell me everything you think, tell me that you made me
tell me that I’m not one of a kind boy
you must be blind boy, you must be drifting way behind boy
as hours pass, I’m racing the grains of sand in the hourglass
I’m trying to stay awake instead of being chased by the man in my dreams telling me that I don’t got what it takes
I’ve been up all night, late nights, no time I can lose to the time I consume in these late nights
it’s the life that I chose and I’m tired but I choose what I do, how I move on these late nights
it’s a game of survival, I feel like a rival, my thoughts come alive on these late nights
and you don’t wanna know what I think on these late nights
it’s kinda scary, although the truth is quite despairing
I like to fake I feel thing, I like to bury
I’m then convinced that I’m not bothered, I’m not caring
I’m in the mirror but I say that I’m not staring
it’s pretty obvious that I am, I hate the way I am
I hate the way that ignorance makes me feel less of a man
Based in the fears
What mama had said to do
What pop pop forbade was truth
What was I to know to do
On my own, whoopty doo
Missed my boat
Can't float and cruise
Wanting more than the daily news
Shit is getting bad
Bliss or head in the sand
Death is the end or live in the past
What does is really mean to last
Front runner
Never been in the back
Need my name to echo
Hearts to jump at my hello
Sweaty Palms at my appearance
I need that power where they can feel it
Type of fear that makes em curious