Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song nevermind, artist - guardin. Album song lacuna, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: AV
Song language: English
nevermind |
| Notmorgn |
| Cracks in my heart |
| Used to be bright, now it’s dark |
| Didn’t have any cracks at the start |
| Now I turn all my pain into art |
| All my pain into- |
| Cracks in my heart, cracking and tearing apart |
| The feelin of warmth in your arms |
| 3 AM dreamin' of stars, they doubt I’ll go far |
| They hate but they fake who they are |
| They think they hard, they think they this and they that |
| They pull up, I know its an act |
| Why they all talkin' like that? |
| I think it’s wack |
| Some nights I still want her back |
| Some nights I toss and I turn, dreamin' of her |
| Wake up in the morning I’m hurt |
| Fuck what they saying, fuck what they heard |
| They can all go and eat dirt |
| Making me question my worth |
| Why am I here on this earth? |
| Am I just wasting my time? |
| Should I just quit with the rhymes? |
| Say fuck it and leave it behind |
| Wait, nevermind |
| Wait, nevermind |
| Kill me to leave it behind, think of you all of the time |
| Can’t get you out of my mind, look in your eyes and I die every time |
| I’m losing the battle inside, sit in the corner and cry |
| Still feel the pain from your lies, so I’ma smoke 'till I’m high |
| Blowin' out dope 'till I die |
| Fuck today and fuck tomorrow |
| I’m just living in this perpetual sorrow |
| Rainy days inside my brain are all I know |
| I can never let it go, fuck it up just like a pro |
| Propaganda panorama all these people I don’t trust |
| Got my eyes inside the pinnacle, the cynical’s disgust |
| On the surface, I’ma surpass swallowing up all the dust |
| But beneath the flesh, I’m focused and I’m prayin' I don’t combust |
| Hypothetically a nuisance with the noose inside my clutch |
| I’ve been standin' on the edge so long, afraid of givin' up |
| Feelin' useless as the clues I’m swallowin' inside my cup |
| Trippin' over all these corners, short of breath I’m throwin' up |
| Yeah, I’ve been tryin' my best |
| Wakin' up like every mornin' with a gun to my chest |
| I’m growin' tired, I ain’t gettin' any rest, yeah |
| I guess I’m, just stressed |