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Nosebleed
1,092
Hip-Hop/Rap
Nosebleed was released on November 10, 2023 by Moth Records as a part of the album Legalize Murder
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Release DateNovember 10, 2023
LabelMoth Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Linstrom
Frank Linstrom
Songwriter

Lyrics

1, 2, 3, four 1, 2, 3, hit it
I try to keep my own words comin' out of my mouth
Because I have a hard time tryin' to love myself
Yeah, I'm well, so tired of tellin' people I'm well
So tired of tellin' people I'm well, yeah
I'm feelin' lonely, lonely I don't get me no sleep, no sleep
Just another nosebleed, bone deep I don't know where to go, go, go
Good news, I'm over my ex I have a good day, she fuck it up with a text
Be my guest, now we arguin, she beggin for checks
An hour later, comin' over for sex, I just want me some rest
And to flex but they shorting me pay
If I die when my dad did, then I'm past middle age
I'm runnin' out of time to be on tour on a stage
I think that's the reason I've been awake, and
I really miss the sound of her voice
Until she open her mouth
Now I'm grabbin' all my hair and fuckin' tearin' it out
I get embarrassed when her parents ask me what I'm about
Because I pay no attention to the people and nonsense
I'm dyin' in my dreams, but really likin' the concept
They think they know me, but they missin' the context
I hope they know my name
I try to keep my own words comin' out of my mouth
Because I have a hard time tryin' to love myself
Yeah, I'm well, so tired of tellin' people I'm well
So tired of tellin' people I'm well, yeah
I'm feelin' lonely, lonely
I don't get me no sleep, no sleep
Just another nosebleed, bone deep
I don't know where to go, go, go, go
I said I wanna love myself, but everything is privatized
I ain't been myself since the day that Kobe Bryant died
I saw your dyin' eyes, and I still haven't dried my eyes
I wanna compromise, cause I don't really like goodbyes
But I like hellos, and the fresh air
The feelin' that I get when I know a person might care
The absence of regret no phone and nice chairs
I'm sittin' at my desk, and hopin' that the gods spare me
I'm just a Libra, bitch, it's not that deep
I get to team up on the goddamn feet, but I feel so weak
I'm never happy, I reside in defeat
I really hope I get to livin' before I die in my seat
Cause when I'm datin, it could feel like I've been under arrest
That's why I'm never tie the knot until the day of my death
But when I'm single, it could feel like I've been livin' in doom
That's why I'm livin' by my lonesome, as I stare at the moon
One more time
I try to keep my own words comin' out of my mouth
Because I have a hard time tryin' to love myself
Yeah, I'm well, so tired of tellin' people I'm well
So tired of tellin' people I'm well, yeah
I'm feelin' lonely, lonely
I don't get me no sleep, no sleep
Just another nosebleed, bone deep
I don't know where to go
Written by: Frank Linstrom
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