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Collapse
Hip-Hop/Rap
Collapse was released on July 14, 2018 by YDoubleR Inc. as a part of the album ReZurrection
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Release DateJuly 14, 2018
LabelYDoubleR Inc.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM144

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reece Bramley
Reece Bramley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Santos Santana
Santos Santana
Producer

Lyrics

And alone in my room I sit and talk
Let my thoughts pay off with once I bought
I see darkness out the window I've
Relapsed to the point of living life
With my orb in hand I reap what I wrote like the mortgage man
Too deep in the horrors pray the morning can
Bring light need a Mormons plan flee to foreign land
Yeah I worry a lot It's all the pot I smoked and my Brain the stove top
Got a hot heavy head and I'm not ready yet
But boiling over and sorry overthinking this mess
Sleep is dead, the night of mares repair the air there catching dreams
Or so it seems to be
The caffeine's fine to wake my mind but bags of eyes are getting dark
There Filled with greed, no sleep
I'm hungry no, I know shows I'm poking bones and moping loads
It's death I need
I don't want it or need it self harming myself
Me alone is affecting my health reminds me of times at school I got picked on
I would let it happed, the kid with the glasses getting attacked and
Punched in the back, studying some shitty math
Was tryna impress, the girl in a dress
Ended up crying like the pussy I was
What the fuck was I thinking I use to be lost
Nothing has actually changed, I put myself in pain for the rhyme (fuck)
And I can feel it around (I can feel him around)
The pressures pushing me down (the pressures pulling me down)
As I collapse (as I collapse)
I pin myself back
And these feelings of grey (and these feelings of grey)
Thought I took them away (thought I took them away)
But I was wrong (I was wrong)
There with me every fucking single day
But how the fuck I'm suppose to give a fuck when I don't even know what the day is
Sense I'm making bacon, I ain't got any I'm making none I'm sane as David is
You don't get it cause your mind is closed so just open your mind I can savor it
I'm just the omnipresence that you feel inside you fall like goliath hard labor he did (yea)
And alone in my room I sit and talk
Let my thoughts pay off with once I bought
I see darkness out the window I've
Relapsed to the point of living life
Life is not like a box of chocolates, you know what Your gonna get
If Mental health was a candy Box you're not gonna give it to your friend
Expectations got complications with another year past, fuck education
Meds are raising now mood erasing with emotions here fast
I kill temptations
I might just end it for the fuck of it, Pussy boy suck a dick cause you're not running shit
Put a noose around your neck fuckers running no check
It's a stretch to be best when you sound like the rest
See all the irony Its really sad to be rapping hypocrisy
Mocking myself there's a difference to em but frustrated as him
Cause I know what he's saying he castrated trapping (yuh)
No more cigarettes for the boy, never moved on I thought I saved the boy
I'm still stuck in noise, fucking foot in the void
Think I struck a nerve, the Tars on the curve
Where my white flag at, Suppose to rise
Hidden behind rock the bog never died
I may be speaking nadsat, to me it's surreal
In my head I hear a cracking but I just want to feel
And I can feel it around (I can feel him around)
The pressures pushing me down (the pressures pulling me down)
As I collapse (as I collapse)
I pin myself back (crying out for help)
And these feelings of grey (and these feelings of grey)
Thought I took them away (thought I took them away)
But I was wrong (I was wrong)
There with me every fucking single day
Can my demons come back here to face me
Thought it was over the pain inside the pitiful clouds
But the reasons I'm trapped here eternally
Always cross over to why I write sounds
Can my demons come back here to face me
Thought it was over the pain inside the pitiful clouds
But the reasons I'm trapped here eternally
Always cross over to why I write sounds
Written by: Reece Bramley
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