Feelin

I feel a little bumbly

I can feel beat flow through the veins of my bloodstream

and i'll just sing songs till I get to feelin complete

comfy as I sit inside my bedroom on a sunday

 

theres No direction leadin to even why they

really never want me ever to get my way

they never listen to anything I say

so theres never any reason to keep trying

 

Whats the point, whats the worth, whats the reality

id rather bust an ounce of spurt-hourly

sit infront my computer and whack till the days up

lookin up the randoms that i never met on facebook

 

its a toxic ass cycle

makes me wonder if anyone else is that psycho

maybe im dramatic, and sad if i sit in static

situations i need convince myself to laugh in

 

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maybe im

Distant

anyone listnin

lookin for some wisdom

i really needa get some

 

is anyone out there

am i the only one shoutin

cause cany one hear me

theyll neve rknow im feeling

 

I have underminin issues that I never tell

So welcome to my life it is a clever hell

but at the end of the pathway i can see the tunnels light

and its like ive said this shit about hundred times

 

if you think im throwin in towel you're Quite Blinded

it also from that statement could be yall are Like Minded

all your shits lame and boring like mine did

ima just aimed for glory like mike did

 

Sure im quiet, reclusive and im an introvert

but i might aswell do this because im into her

see i fight and im losing because im too concerned

even while i keep using all these excusive words

 

But at the end day feel like things are okay

theres no reason for me to think of things in grave

manner to the point where I'll just rearrange

the sitations i get into it seems

 

that slow down take hot minute to rethink

nothin isnt permanant, even when in sync

always lookin at my self, pretendin when i speak

but always at a distance reachin i think

 

yall dont wanna mess with pigeon when he squeks

all while i be nestin cozy in my seat

mosin over to my hoes see im the king

supposing i was toasting all you bozos wit a drink

 

id rather be on top this ladder climbin down

kinda over all these songs i write when whinin out

never had appreciation for a cliental

but never had incentive to be out there tryin out

 

i member all the early days downin all snacks

i picked up a mic and i found im not bad

even tho right now im feel im bound to not rap

cause whats the fuckin point id rather take a long nap

 

im growin apart from this hobby that thought was so great

never find the time to sit down and think of more ways

to day the same shit ive said in every other poor grade

songs i write, cause when its all over its nothin but a pure waste

 

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maybe im

Distant

anyone listnin

lookin for some wisdom

i really needa get some

 

is anyone out there

am i the only one shoutin

cause cany one hear me

theyll neve rknow im feeling