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Anti-Social (feat. Sporadic)
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In primo piano

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
owen amory sederquist
owen amory sederquist
Songwriter
Brent Louis Trexler
Brent Louis Trexler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gregory McCarthy
Gregory McCarthy
Producer

Testi

Why are you so antisocial Because I'm trying to get it Up all night It's time to stay focused Because I'm trying to get it Use this weed smoke to cope with life It's alright, I'mma be alright Trying to cope through all the pain and trauma of a past me Fucking with my present, if I hold on longer The longer my future self will suffer Like a car that's in the shop, heavily dented I'm beneath the buffer, gotta hit the dojo Hit a bag, collect a bag And get my mental, my mentality tougher I figgy fuck it, patch the wounds with some Teflon tape Even so the scars seem to seep through Based on some triggers, you can look at it like this Associate people with fire The closer you get, you know the rest But this shit is fucking with my relationships Ability to have a conversation Social anxiety's been developed, fuck Always got my guard up I gotta be fortified I can't trust a thing that people say because they lie So deceiving, look you in the eyes I got my hopes up Open up the gate and let you in Just to have it be a Trojan horse There was a bigger agenda, a secret kept against me Use me just to see what you can take from me Heavily mistaken If you think you can take my kindness for weakness I know I ain't the only one who's seen this Looking at your actions got me speechless Cut you off the moment I see it I don't need this I ain't giving up on you I'm just putting myself first But that's how I am Thank you for this enlightenment I'm tapped into thoughts, by sporadic Looking for my addy like an addict I grab it when I'm saddest My trauma is past, I'm passed it Assist of the passion, gaining traction When I snap into action To see if I smile, it's been a while Traumatized a pile of life's crap I strike back with no gats A rose from concrete's crack A musical profession, a life lesson The thorn can be a blessing if you lessen the pain you let in From not regretting, just stepping another direction Not letting others' perception change your progression From an obsession, I'm obsessed in Life is a possession, I'm a guest in Opening more doors to stick to the cores I value more, honestly it pours from sores No remorse when I force, engorge in the course The source forms from my torso I learn slow, but I learn though Spotted those from friends to foes In time it shows, when you low and you need em most Lost souls, they ghost, you don't need a bro Who provokes through the scope Your triggers and make em bigger You sicker like a bottle to your liver An ambulance deliver Find the real ones quicker Time tickers, when hate is thicker So don't feed it like a Snickers Sporadical kicker, sabbatical mixer Not a runt, I am the pick of the litter I refuse to stay still When I could be something that's bigger Transition from a negative balance to seven figures My life is a twister The more I give her, the quicker the storm simmers Thorns in hands blister Growth through summer's and winter Never been a quitter, so feeling a winner Working to becoming a winner Getting better every deliver Life depends on what you feed it And what you give her
Writer(s): Owen Sederquist Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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