Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carousel, artist - Ben Beal. Date of issue: 02.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Carousel |
| The rainclouds never fade |
| Again, again, again |
| And I been looking for a maze to the end |
| Why do we even try? |
| I’m a glass half-empty kind of guy |
| Still don’t know how to do shit for myself |
| Guess only time will tell, where on this carousel |
| I’m in my own world |
| But it’s the apocalypse |
| I try to stay grounded |
| But it’s too hard in this rocket ship |
| We was all good, now it’s all back |
| They tell me «move on», but I fall back |
| What you call that? |
| This more seasonal depression |
| Retrogade, why can’t I use my own message? |
| I was lost, I never received directions |
| Why is my life so perplexing? |
| Why is my mind always racing and I’m always stressing |
| I just need a little more time |
| 'Cause I don’t think we’re good together |
| We were never good together |
| I think we should be forever |
| I think this could be forever |
| Be forever |
| But you just wouldn’t get it |
| Taking pills to make me feel anything |
| Chillin' in the hospital, they not letting my parents in |
| This shit’s embarrassing |
| 19 with no future yet |
| Felt like a shadow, now I’m feeling like a silhouette |
| Mac understood me while my peers all over-looked me |
| I owe him everthing like I used to owe my bookie |
| I remember taking Xans, woke up and owed a couple grand |
| I hope that if I ever die, my people will understand |
| It’s a long time coming |
| Writing songs about nothing |
| Went outside and lived my life |
| Then fucked it up, like «Jesus Christ» |
| Sold her soul for grams of blow |
| And took a trip to firefly |
| Hit up Ben like «Let's be friends» |
| And turning his mind to Mikey nikes |
| Little did she know we’d get rich and fuck our friends |
| Playing headgames only works if Young Beal is getting head |
| So it never really hit me |
| Dreaming of needles, no tellies or measles |
| I need rehab, I OD’d on fifth dab |
| My life is like a good dab for allergy pills |
| If the drugs don’t kill him, then the salary will |
| I’m BB with the name, but BP with the spill |
| We like oil with the water, we don’t mix when we drill |
| We could leave right now, I don’t think people will see us |
| I been sad as fuck, I spark a Jay, then repaint the meter |
| It’s just not in the cars, like |
| Take the weed out the sneakers and roll |
| The walls are thin, I hope the neighbors don’t hear us |
| But they’ll probably hear us |
| Yeah, they’ll probably hear us |