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FUNCTION
Hip-Hop/Rap
FUNCTION was released on December 7, 2024 by Eden Wolves Studios as a part of the album 666CY
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Album666CY
Release DateDecember 7, 2024
LabelEden Wolves Studios
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM68

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cy A Stephens
Cy A Stephens
Songwriter

Lyrics

I swear I've been asleep for days
Counting sheep inside my head
While losing grip on everything
Outside the edges of my bed
This liquor bottle went silent
And the walls are quiet
Couldn't tell me something I don't know
I put a hole right through the drywall
Took it straight to the gut
Grabbed my keys and then took off
Its so easy to run away when I know that I'm the (problem)
My brain it gets ahead of me and turns on its auto (pilot)
And for some reason I build my walls and never can (acknowledge)
Knowledge can't replace the wisdom that I threw up
Made room to drink another one Ill tell you when to stop
In fact just double it cause when the feelings gone its the only time that I feel alive
My middle name should be trouble
I hold the rubble of the life that I've destroyed inside my hands
Until it buries me alive Dig myself up from the mausoleum
And just start again Time to hit reset
Time to turn the blue into another color
Tired of hiding under covers
Tired of feeling like I'm in
Way over my head
Frustrated and wanna collapse
Maybe I should just back off
Maybe I should just Cl-
And hang up the phone
And leave you alone
And Maybe I should just stop chasing this dream that's dangling just out of reach
And just accept defeat
Throw my hands up and just leave
Who's really gonna give a fuck
I'm living between moments with a rotten brain from the coke I put into it
My conscience left a note saying "I'm sorry but I can't do this"
Then it leapt right off the edge until it splattered on the pavement
There he goes
Pinocchio has been telling lies again
He said he only had a drop
But the canteen has run dry again
86 turned to 911 get an ambulance
Or a doctor specialized in frontal lobe lobotomies
Maybe that's the only way to silence him
"Call the coroner he's passed out on the porch again
How unfortunate we'd thought he'd be more then this
Instead he's mixing gin and vodka
Until he's filled with toxins
Or until he's foaming at the mouth call the paramedics
I can't feel a single breath or a single pulse
He's been crying out for help and he found it inside the bottle
It was calling to him like a siren and he drowned inside that water
Had no problems diving in to solve his problems
Roll him to the curb that's where he belongs
Bury him with all his music and whatever's left just burn it all
I don't wanna single thing
(I don't want a single thing)
Written by: Cy A Stephens
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