I feel like shit again
Like shit again
My words burn like they sizzling
I can’t take notes, I’m scribbling
I ball with bands, you dribble
Flow so cold it can’t ripple
I got the the sleight of hand
Flying like I'm Peter Pan
Waste entire days
Can’t find purpose anyway
Can’t find shit I’m in a haze
40 oz right to my face
I’m isolated
Why they think I'm famous?
Blame it on the numbers
Sometimes I can’t take it
You’re like a blast from the past
I’m so temporary baby
Feel like this is dying fast
So temporary
I’m so temporary
Off that shit again
Off that gin again
'Til I can’t pour it up
'Til I can’t see my cup
Is it fun to treat me like a dog?
To treat me like shit?
Treat me like another one?
And what’s the point in love
When you can’t feel a thing?
Can’t feel a thing
Baby I can’t feel my face
And what’s the point in love
When you can’t feel a thing?
Can’t feel a thing
Baby I can’t feel my face
You’re like a blast from the past
I’m so temporary baby
Feel like this is dying fast
So temporary
I’m so temporary
You’re like a blast from the past
I’m so temporary baby
Feel like this is dying fast
So temporary
I’m so temporary
