Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ammodea
Songwriter:in
Andrew Meister
Songwriter:in
Pierce Sparnroft
Songwriter:in
Taymar Garlington
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ammodea
Produzent:in
Kelly Crouch
Kreative:r Leiter:in
Lyrics
I'm walking through this world with it's weight on my shoulders
I told y'all **** when I get older
I'm colder
The ice reach the ceiling
With a caution on my sleeve so **** know what the deal is
And that's how I'm feeling
Hold my own just like I'm supposed to do
Scared of what the future holds
The fear is taking over you the fear is taking over me
Not seeing what I'm supposed to see not being what I'm supposed to be
Uh
I said I'm
Walking on a tight rope
****'s thought I might choke
****'s doing music for the fame that's just how I cope
Following a dream and
Trying to find a meaning
Looking for a sign but they say looks can be deceiving
Trying to find a balance between my peace and my bad obsessions
Deflection and self reflection
You think that I learned my lesson
In the end I know I'll find my own way and
Paid the debt for the past but **** is still paying
The lights got dim I'm all out of step
Alone and cold smoke my last cigarette
Back at bull run
Victory was very much in doubt
Yeah, Look
By design I'm not inclined to compromise
Cause why comply and self refine just to remind myself that
My thoughts are like a tide rising inside in size
Until what was foggy turned to a tsunami
Now I'm drinking nightly
Like most adults I idolize
Behind a pair of vibrant eyes is a scared and bridled mind
We live out lives comprised of lies
Comprised of pride
Then think it's a coincidence that we coincide our own demise
I hope to shine upon this muddy colored imagery
I hope to buy my dreams and demons to find synergy
But lately I've been complacent to my misery
Leaving my feelings in a box like it's a figurine
I promise I got sympathy
I just hate being open
I'm trying to cling to hope but I'm choking
I'm a serial pessimist
Get me a Box of Newports and a Therapist
The lights got dim I'm all out of step
Alone and cold smoke my last cigarette
Tell myself to feel the breeze
Love lies in uncertainty
I'm wide awake, It's morning
I can sing my own melody
My favorite number is seven
7/11 BITCH
God damn Lemmie go up in this bitch
See what fuck is goin on
What the fuck is this mother fuckin bag
Oh My God
Mother Fuckin Newports
Give me this god damn mother fuckin bag
I'm hauling ass bitch
I'm hauling ass
Written by: Ammodea, Andrew Meister, Pierce Sparnroft, Taymar Garlington
