Clock. — Mikey Lax.: letras e videoclipes das músicas e shows

Clock.

8

Hip-Hop/Rap

Clock. foi lançado em 26 de outubro de 2018 por laxadaisical productions. como parte do álbum Night.

Informações da música

ÁlbumNight.

Data de lançamento26 de outubro de 2018

Selolaxadaisical productions.

IdiomaEnglish

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM82

RESUMO

LETRA

Créditos

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Mikey Lax.

Composição

Letra

Verse 1:

I ain’t called my momma in a minute

I ain’t seen my father in forever

I feel like I been crawlin to the finish

Whether it’s the pain or my brain, I wanna kill it

I don’t think about the way I feel

I don’t think about the way I feel when I kill

There’s a knife in my skull, and a saw at my heel

I’ll cut it at the ankle, I don’t care if I escape or not

I seen the life leave my homie’s eyes, I been traumatized

I seen em livin to the fullest, they shoot up, and die

I felt alone since I was 12, but I pretend I’m fine

I been lookin for an option good as suicide

I ain’t kept the same friends for a year even

I can’t tell a girl I love her, even if I tried

I push away the real ones, cuz they’ll just leave me dry

They do it everytime

Chorus:

Runnin out the clock, runnin out the clock

Bitch I’m gettin fuckin high, runnin out the clock

Runnin out the clock, runnin out the clock

I can’t wait until I die, I’m runnin out the clock

Runnin out the clock, runnin out the clock

Bitch I’m gettin fuckin high, runnin out the clock

Runnin out the clock, runnin out the clock

I can’t wait until I die, I’m runnin out the clock

Verse 2:

I forget what day it is more than I remember

Lay awake till 4 am, anxiety controlling me

I won’t make it to the future cuz the sign says Do Not Enter

She don’t want me anyway, cuz she say I lose my temper

Not to mention how I drag myself down, cuz life is hopeless

Had a spring in my step, but I lost my fucking focus

When I was teenager, I was alcoholaphobic

Now I chug it down so I can just enjoy a fucking moment

I started needin the buzz, just to feel like I’m not dead

I love smoking weed, but even that don’t help my head

I turned to harder, harder shit, thinkin they could stop the voices

But it gave them microphones and more control over my choices

I’ve seen the devil when I look into the eyes in the mirror

I’m justifying my addictions, say I’m facing my fears

When I’m sober, I can’t think, but when I’m faded, I can dream

I dream of dying quietly, I dream of dying in my sleep

Chorus:

Runnin out the clock, runnin out the clock

Bitch I’m gettin fuckin high, runnin out the clock

Runnin out the clock, runnin out the clock

I can’t wait until I die, I’m runnin out the clock

Runnin out the clock, runnin out the clock

Bitch I’m gettin fuckin high, runnin out the clock

Runnin out the clock, runnin out the clock

I can’t wait until I die, I’m runnin out the clock

Runnin out the clock, runnin out the clock

Bitch I’m gettin fuckin high, runnin out the clock

Runnin out the clock, runnin out the clock

I can’t wait until I die, I’m runnin out the clock

Written by: Mikey Lax.

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