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Artem Machnev
Artem Machnev
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Lyrics

Sometimes I wanna remain where I am but
Things change, they come and go and
I find myself really devastated
I find myself looking down on
Those moments when I wasn’t really good to myself and
Those people around me as a
Fucking result, you know
I just wanna be free from it
Sometimes I fall for everything I’ve always held wrong, it kept me
Indefinitely trapped inside my head, made me a deadbeat
I’d see myself just falling off a trampoline
From self abuse and hatred
And lately it’s more so than it had been
I wonder if my cell phone ever sets me
So damn free
Elaborately thinking where to land feet
Dismantling
My brain, erasing everything I’ve dealt with
It stayed in me for ages, now I see it’s lived there rent free
And in my dreams I’ve never really dreamt to be more friendly
To my own fucking self, I’ve felt more like a hamster on a treadmill
I did become a captain of my wrecked ship
I thought I’m yet to have enough to play big in this rap league
And everyone I deeply cared about, they surely left me
Well, guess I was sharpening their knives so they could stab me
Cause I’d been married to the rhymes before they even met me
My heart was traumatized regardless, but I’ve got no plan B
Attempting just to reach the bar, feels like an inch apart, it’s really tempting
To stitch my scars and stop pouring my heart, cause it’s so empty
They say the opportunities are out there, there’s plenty
But I’m just sick and tired of being neglected, collecting
Myself from every time I drop a song, I get so hectic
I watch some dudes around me pop and blow, they say they preped it
I look at them, it makes me feel inactive
Correct me if I’m wrong, sometimes I feel I should’ve wrapped it already
But
Sometimes I’m feeling so small
Ain’t nobody hearing me
Sometimes it feels I can fall
No one saw the blood I had to bleed
But my dream is born inside my pencil
And my spirit draws its own stencil
Do I really hope to know the answer
To all my questions that were asked?
And all I truly want’s to find my way back home
And everywhere I go I just don’t belong (I just don’t belong)
And when I had to leave, nobody called my phone (nobody called my phone)
Like I was wrong
Like I was wrong
It’s like a blessing in disguise
I was a mess inside my eyes
And life was testing if I rise
Above my everlasting lies
So then eventually she’d pass the pie
I had to kill myself before I entered paradise
I saw my demons dressed in ties
Long breaths, all black, born sad, bold heads
Cold blooded motherfuckers, on meth
They put me on the cross when I empathized
To every one of them, yet fuckers came to watch my self demised
They promised me a diamond crown
A house with a golden tree
But all they tossed was life of drought
Coupled with a thorn wreath
There wasn’t no mighty crowd
None to make the storms leave
It froze me from the inside out
Wondered why I’ve cold feet?
Now I fucking see what you got me on
Taking me away from my own home
Made me run too fast for the marathon
Glad I never fell for some methadone
Surely I did pass it on cause I had no audacity
Was blessed to have been nested next to everything that had to be
My remedy to heal from wounds that people would’ve left in me
They laughed at me, but now they don’t even exist in memories
My stress was just a catalyst
And if there was god, I would’ve thanked him
For cleaning up my ruins and landfills
I’m just another rebel and I knew I would make it:
My dream was to become free from the aching
Now let’s see where it’ll take me
Sometimes I’m feeling so small (sometimes I feel so small)
Ain’t nobody hearing me (no-no)
Sometimes it feels I can fall (no, I can\'t fall)
No one saw the blood I had to bleed (yeah)
But my dream is born inside my pencil (my dream)
And my spirit draws its own stencil
Do I really hope to know the answer
To all my questions that were asked? (all my questions)
And all I truly want’s to find my way back home
And everywhere I go I just don’t belong
And when I had to leave, nobody called my phone (had to leave, no-no)
Like I was wrong (like it was my fault)
Like I was wrong
Written by: Artem Machnev
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