| Why can’t it be more simple?
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| We never learned the way
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| How can it be more simple?
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| I live and learn to let it work
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| The other night I had a dream that you apologised
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| And you became honesty personified
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| I hadn’t seen you in the longest time
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| So I just woke up and started writing what was on my mind
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| I wrote five different versions of my verses
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| Trying to make the shit all perfect and it got less and less acerbic
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| Started trying to reword it
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| I got nervous you’d be hurt when you heard it
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| Till I scrapped it cause I wondered if it’s worth it
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| Then I thought, «well, fuck you»
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| Yeah, and fuck you from each one of yours sons too
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| Remember when I tried to visit
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| And you just told me you were busy?
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| Like you don’t really ever miss me after ten years
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| Well, sincerely fuck you
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| I’m tired of feeling terrible
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| Tired of tiptoeing over sugar coated eggshells
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| I’m tired of holding this grudge like a family heirloom
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| I’m tired of feeling unloved and I just want to rest now
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| Why can’t it be more simple?
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| We never learned the way
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| How can it be more simple?
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| I live and learn to let it work
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| I’ve never talked about you much before
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| Cause I avoid it, it always feels uncomfortable
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| That’s why I try to keep you as a passing thought
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| Cause if I hold on I get dragged into the past with all
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| The memories I have of getting slapped around in that apartment
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| After you and mum divorced you’ve got a lot to answer for
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| What did you tell nana afterwards
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| While you were stealing money
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| Out the birthday cards she passed on for us
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| You could at least passed the cards on I mean
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| Would have been nice to hear from someone
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| From your side of the family for once but nothing ever came
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| I’m tryna get you out my head again
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| And all this stuff that I was scared to say
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| I made an album that you never played, you told me that
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| So when my friends told me I should let this wait
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| I told 'em, «fuck it, he ain’t gonna listen to this anyway»
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| Why can’t it be more simple?
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| We never learned the way
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| How can it be more simple?
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| I live and learn to let it work
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| We used to watch you and your friends in a band
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| Every second weekend we’d hang out when you would jam
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| You told me I should say thanks for the genetics I have
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| Cause it lead me to rap like you wanna take the credit for that
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| Well, fine, but why end it at rap?
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| Like how about thanks for that depression I had?
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| Or what about the head full of anger the temper I have?
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| Could burn bridges to ashes
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| So I burnt weed cause it kept me from snapping
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| Ketamine, Xanax, x or the acid, whatever those tablets
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| Are in your medicine cabinet gimme the packet
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| Anything that could stop me acting edgy and anxious
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| Everything back then feels like a bunch of memory fragments
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| So take the credit for that shit, if you want it’s all yours
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| You ignored me all my life
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| But I don’t blame you anymore besides
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| The other night I had a dream that you apologised |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Violin , by - Seth Sentry. Song from the album Strange New Past, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп