| I got way too much time on my hands
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| Like a clock on my wrist
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| There’s a watch on my wrist (tick tock, tick tock)
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| And I’ll just use the alarm to tell me when it’s time to go
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| And see the love of my life, she’ll make me happy for sure
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| She’s something else
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| What’s the point lately?
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| I could rap about my daydreams
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| Tell you you’re as vibrant as the daisies
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| Say that I view you more beautiful than what they see
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| Kinda crazy that it feels like I’ve been faking
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| I’ve been working on my letting go
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| And go wild when they’ll listen to me speak
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| On the metronome (timed tongue clicking)
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| All the colors of my day been bleached
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| Not a second goes by where I never don’t think
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| That things should be different for me
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| Whoopee, there goes the greenscreen
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| See here, I’ll speak clear, the window to my soul is opaque
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| The music isn’t open in my heart, It’s the happy I fake
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| I feel like those two masked guys you see
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| For a drama on the plaque
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| Insert laughter (hah)
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| This song would be on the radio
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| If it weren’t for the bad words (FUCK!)
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| There it goes, no one talks to me, prolly
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| 'Cause I’m awful
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| My discography is a lot of things
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| I’ve been feeling
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| Way
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| Too
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| Down on my luck
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| Feel like I don’t really care, if I did I’d be scared
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| Am I really prepared?
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| School wasn’t the route now music’s all I got
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| And I now struggle to write songs
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| That make me feel like I’m a pop
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| Hell, I’d even switch to Country if it made a buck (yeehaw)
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| Wait stop
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| Are you still here?
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| Listen to me drone about the things that make you steer (skrrt) clear
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| Guess I could probably sing to keep it entertaining
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| Well I guess every little thing’s got something I should smile about
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| And all my friends try to remind me I’m not by myself
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| It’s hopeless
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| I sit in my room, in the dark, with my eyes closed
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| I can never sleep but I daydream 'bout dreaming
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| I wish that I can fight me so I can fight my demons
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| See ya |