creature by guardin:
It’s three o’ clock
Times running out
I rather sleep in than write all about
How i’m depressed, how to get out
Cause i don’t know shit i said fuck it & made it work out
I’m a mess, I guess
But for some reason they stay impressed
I’m a pessimist
Optimism is something I miss
I kinda knew i’d be here all alone
But I never thought i’d do this shit & do it on my own
Start writing stop checkin’ on your phone
My mind races at some paces that are currently unknown
I’m not stoned
Well maybe just a bit
Hard to write a song if i don’t take another hit
Cancel all your plans today you’re bout to write a hit
Probably fucking not but you won’t know unless you sit
Does the energy around you ever get
Inside your cerebellum tell me everything is shit
Sleep away the day again and call it fucking quits
An easel to present a thought about the way I live
2017 was the year that i thought i’d kick
The bucket underneath my feet and slide into the pit
Reach into the sky and said the clouds are looking lit
But angels never die so i’mma respawn real quick
Did this kid really name his album after his cat
Does he smoke a lot and how’s his mom feel bout that?
Dude please check my music out my shit really slaps
Fuck you dickhead why won’t you DM me back?
Y’all really wanna work with me well how about that?
These lines are real DM’s that i’ll never hit back
I don’t sell features so don’t ask about that
God please don’t hit me with another group chat
It’s three o’ clock
Times running out
I rather sleep in than write all about
How i’m depressed, how to get out
Cause i don’t know shit i said fuck it & made it work out
I’m a mess, I guess
But for some reason they stay impressed
I’m a pessimist
Optimism is something I miss
I kinda knew i’d be here all alone
But I never thought i’d do this shit & do it on my own
Start writing stop checkin’ on your phone
My mind races at some paces that are currently unknown
