Lyrics

Yeah, I think I need a therapist Someone who can get in my head and show me the way Like clarity, you know, calm my nerves And block the way from going to pure insanity Calls to home with all these nights alone And going on hikes to be above the clouds to find peace for a moment Searching, searching I feel like I'm searching for something That's not gonna show up and I'm three years deep, with nothing to show for it Penthouse dreams Wanna put the city Right on the map of my team, but there's no team Uh, what the fuck do you mean? Empty promises, empty promises Clocks ticking gotta get on top of this, no time, no time We getting kicked out and they saying things are fine Deportation line, things are not fine Is this do or die? Is this do or die? (Is this do or die?) Is this do or die? (Is this do or die?) I feel that I'm a little bit misunderstood when it comes to things Like, like what I really want What I see in five years for me in the great beyond And that's someone who made it Someone who stayed through the bull shit, that made it Even through everything and didn't get faded Do or die, man, we all gotta take it, yeah Empty promises, empty promises Clocks ticking gotta get on top of this, no time, no time We getting kicked out and they saying things are fine Deportation line, things are not fine Is this do or die? Is this do or die? (Is this do or die?) Is this do or die? (Is this do or die?) Is this do or die? (Is this do or die?) Is this do or die? Is this do or die?
Writer(s): David Spradley, William Daryl Stroman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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