So many things that I do because I have to, somehow I deserve this shit myself
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I know it's stupid, maybe I'll buy myself a house, and maybe I'll find it in some cart
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I don't know, fuck there, I'll think later
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I sit and build the main sense, empty field, dude I don't know what or where
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We do puzzles, I fight like that all day
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We do puzzles all night, all day
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The first blunt, the second blunt - I want to sleep
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I feel a lack, and I don't know what I'm missing
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Panic, hum just like the wind
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I'm dealing with something that's stealing all the gas from me
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I'm still running for the same
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Further, as to the left, they order - then to the right, contrary to these rules
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What happened is not undone
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The deaf silence before the storm now a loud, big boom which is not enough
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What a gathering this is
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You know, I can't digest them
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You know, then I can be a rude
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You know, it could rip your bumblebee
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Fuck the law, they all fuck the same
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Carousel, I'm puking soon
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Who the fuck is driving here
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One is planted with the other
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Where so many argue, that's where Sobel fucks up
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The first blunt, the second blunt - I want to sleep
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I feel a lack, and I don't know what I'm missing
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Panic, hum just like the wind
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I'm dealing with something that's stealing all the gas from me
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The first blunt, the second blunt - I want to sleep
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I feel a lack, and I don't know what I'm missing
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Panic, hum just like the wind
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I'm dealing with something that's stealing all the gas from me
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I'm running out of time
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Recently, it's been hard for me to wean myself off
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From this it blows and the issuing of helmets
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Something is going wrong in my imagination today
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Give me the drug
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Give me the drug, give me if you find one
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After I overcome my anxiety, I want to since I can't sleep, you know
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After-night stress, and I wish I had no worries
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How can I give color to my life?
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The first blunt, the second blunt - I want to sleep
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I feel a lack, and I don't know what I'm missing
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Panic, hum just like the wind
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I'm dealing with something that's stealing all the gas from me
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The first blunt, the second blunt - I want to sleep
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I feel a lack, and I don't know what I'm missing
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Panic, hum just like the wind
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I'm dealing with something that's stealing all the gas from me |