Lyrics

(You're listening to Mac Wetha) Planes falling out of the sky People laughing and crying You can do what you like Dive a little deeper, only this time Need to see what I find Is there anything inside? Gotta make it work this time Gotta make it worth my time Gotta make all my words rhyme Ah, ah What if I reach and find nothing? Palms open just to feel something I'm not gonna make a mistake I'm not gonna make a mistake I'm just gonna make it, gonna make it better Eyes on me by the millions (millions) Sober, but I'm trippin' (trippin') Can't say l've been comfy in my skin I feel chameleon (true) I got some permanent ways (ways) Ignorin' what my therapist say (say) Afraid to dig deeper 'cause it's so much cheaper And I hate to see my soul on display That man in the mirror (whoa) Gotta face that man in the mirror (whoa) I pray to God I see shit clearer (whoa) Until that day it's trial and error (true) Feelin' content, feel like foreign lands Grabbin' my fate with some scissor hands My plug is my middle man From heaven to hell, but he know I don't give a damn (true) What if I reach and find nothing? Palms open just to feel something I'm not gonna make a mistake I'm not gonna make a mistake I'm just gonna make it, gonna make it better I'm not gonna make a mistake (feelin' content, feel like foreign lands) I'm not gonna make a mistake (grabbin' my fate with some scissor hands) I'm just gonna make it (my plug is my middle man), gonna make it better (but he know I don't give a damn)
Writer(s): Matthew Jonathan Gordon Maltese, Adam Amine Daniel, Beatrice Ilejay Laus, Lloyd Douglas Macdonald, Joshua James Henry Scarbrow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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