| It’s three o’clock, times running out
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| I rather sleep in than write all about
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| How I’m depressed, how to get out
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| 'Cause I don’t know shit I said, «Fuck it,» and made it work out
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| I’m a mess (Mess), I guess (I guess)
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| But for some reason they stay impressed
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| I’m a pess- (Pess-) imist (Imist)
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| Optimism is something I miss
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| I kinda knew I’d be here all alone
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| But I never thought I’d do this shit and do it on my own (Do it on my own)
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| Start writing, stop checkin' on your phone
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| My mind races at some paces that are currently unknown (Currently unknown)
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| I’m not stoned, well maybe just a bit
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| Hard to write a song if you don’t take another hit
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| Cancel all your plans today, you’re 'bout to write a hit
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| Probably fucking not, but you won’t know unless you sit
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| Does the energy around you ever get (Around you ever get)
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| Inside your cerebellum, tell me everything is shit (Tell me everything is shit)
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| Sleep away the day again and call it fucking quits (And call it fucking quits)
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| An easel to present a thought about the way I live (Thought about the way I
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| live)
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| 2017 was the year that I thought I’d kick (Year that I thought I’d kick)
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| The bucket underneath my feet and slide into the pit (Feet and slide into the
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| pit)
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| Reach into the sky and said, «The clouds are looking lit» (Said, «The clouds are looking lit»)
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| But angels never die so I’ma respawn real quick, yeah (Respawn real quick)
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| Did this kid really name his album after his cat? |
| (After his cat)
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| Does he smoke a lot and how’s his mom feel 'bout that? |
| (Mom feel 'bout that)
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| Dude, please check my music out, my shit really slaps (Shit really slaps)
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| Fuck you, dickhead, why won’t you DM me back? |
| (DM me back)
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| Y’all really wanna work with me, well how about that? |
| (How about that?)
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| These lines are real DM’s that I’ll never hit back (I'll never hit back)
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| I don’t sell features so don’t ask about that (Don't ask about that)
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| God, please don’t hit me with another group chat
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| It’s three o’clock, times running out
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| I rather sleep in than write all about
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| How I’m depressed, how to get out
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| 'Cause I don’t know shit I said, «Fuck it,» and made it work out
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| I’m a mess (Mess), I guess (I guess)
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| But for some reason they stay impressed
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| I’m a pess- (Pess-) imist (Imist)
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| Optimism is something I miss
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| I kinda knew I’d be here all alone
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| But I never thought I’d do this shit and do it on my own (Do it on my own)
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| Start writing, stop checkin' on your phone
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| My mind races at some paces that are currently unknown (Currently unknown) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song creature , by - guardin. Song from the album creature pt. 1, in the genre Альтернатива