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I really hate this, what's coming back to bite me is my lateness
My memories curated by my playlist
Intrusive thoughts are ape shit
Arrived too late for greatness
Revert into a nothingness, that's bound to be my status
Waiting at the station, worried I'ma miss the train
Vision turning cloudy like the fog that's in my brain
Why does it look sunny when I'm followed by the rain?
Keep them drinks a coming 'cause I need to numb this pain
Is this growing pains or shrinking pains? I cannot tell the difference
I dreamed i off'd myself and ain't a soul came to bear witness
I hope if there's a God that she bestows me with forgiveness
I used to truly think that I could go the fucking distance
Why don't nobody listen? I thought shit could be different
I thought that I was capable of seeming significant
Oh my God, the ignorance
I'm drowning like I'm Icarus
I wish that I could make a living off of my interests
Sounding out barbaric cries, I'm met with looks of judgment
I look into the mirror, all I see's a great repugnance
I wanna take control but I'm reluctant 'cause this life I do not love it
And it appears to me a great big nothing

Nothing comes from nothing, speak again
I'm saying nothing
The voices in my head all telling me that I am nothing
Timidly and weakly cry to no one, all or nothing
I've been trying to get something out of nothing

I don't sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I can't relax 'cause peace is the cousin of stress
And I be tripping, spew these words with my whole heart in my chest
Knowing full well the ears they fall on are deaf
Wasteful with my youth and purity, I smoked it all
I said a thousand words and I ain't even spoke at all
Get it any means, if I gotta, break the law
All my shooters grew up in the fields straight and tall
I've been absorbing these endorphins through the pores atop my porcelain
Forcing out recordings with no warnings then go north again
Nothing seems to matter, sip a 40 on the porch again
I think I gotta go back to the source again

Nothing comes from nothing, speak again
I'm saying nothing
The voices in my head all telling me that I am nothing
Timidly and weakly cry to no one, all or nothing
You can say a thousand words, still say nothing

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