come up for air

i aint tryin to be like // or bittin' off anybody im fightin this writin as im in the study // studio // melody its hell to me clean no bloody hands a mine dont mind partner criminal mime

never talkin 'bout what he done puts himself in an invisible cubicle anyway // im sorry cloudy and Grey over the top

for fun i hope one day i'll be done with the dumb shit basicly hung myself out to dry walls closin in so stressed that i get high so high that i can fly superior in the air then i shot my self down

hit bottom layin back on the ground so i lay there and stare reachin tryin to come up for air no matter what u do life isnt fair if u wanna live u better come up for air

so when i come back up for air outta nowhere surrounded by people looking to follow me I stand and stare blank expression nothing could prepare me for this rare moment i went there

stop pause think clause santa CAME around town clowned for the way hound for the pay