Lyrics

Drag myself out of the mud Put my leather jacket on Tie up my converse and run Away from all my demons Fake gold chain, blue-tinted shades Look good, but hardly okay I always dig my own grave Here I go losin' my brain I'm not pop enough, I'm not rock enough I'm not alt enough, ain't hip-hop enough I just write these songs to ease my problems But how much longer can I keep goin' on? When I see no outcome, no longer fun Who have I become? Why am I so numb? Okay, please shut up and just end this song I just gotta chill the fuck out I just gotta chill the f- I didn't wanna write this verse My nerves hurt, and I can't put this shit into words Driving 'round town with the windows down in my hearse With a casket full of ashes, from the demons that I burned I'm only just about a minute in And I can already feel my skin crawlin' Sometimes it feels music is the only medicine But it don't matter 'cause I know nobody's listenin' This ain't pop enough, this ain't rock enough This ain't alt enough, ain't hip-hop enough I just write these songs to ease my problems But how much longer can I keep goin' on? When I see no outcome, no longer fun Who have I become? Why am I so numb? Okay, please shut up and just end this song I just gotta chill the fuck out I just gotta chill the fuck out Yeah, I just gotta chill the fuck out Overthink 'til I start to sink And I overthink 'til I start to sink And I overthink 'til I start to sink And I overthink 'til I start to sink And I overthink 'til I start to sink And I overthink, and I overthink And I overthink 'til I start to sink And I overthink 'til I start to sink And I overthink 'til I start to sink And I overthink 'til I start to sink And I overthink 'til I start to sink And I overthink 'til I start to sink And I overthink 'til I start to sink (ah) I just gotta chill the fuck out Yeah, I just gotta chill the fuck out (And kick it back on the couch) I just gotta chill the fuck out I'm not pop enough, I'm not rock enough I'm not alt enough, ain't hip-hop enough I just write these songs to ease my problems But how much longer can I keep goin' on? When I see no outcome, no longer fun Who have I become? Why am I so numb? Okay, please shut up and just end this song
Writer(s): Nicolas Amadeus Bitove, Jacob Alexander Bitove Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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