Cal Scruby - OPEN MIC

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[intro] It's a beautiful day, and i'm still inside Maybe i should go outside Maybe i should go outside [verse] I can't even say what i wanna say, it's a game of charades I put a show on every day, find a way on a stage And when we celebrate, it feel like a parade in the rain And if nothing matters, i don't know why i'm afraid of change And now i'm settlin', like the table reserved for all the better men Like it's prolly my turn to be irrelevant I've been searchin' for dopamine and adrenaline If you sellin' it, i buy it all, i can take the whole supply Can you next day ship it, get it overnight That's asap, laid back, stay at home to write This shit can turn an introvert into a socialite I spent a thousand on a bag and put the coke inside I'm jokin', smilin', tryna hide my broke inside When you find yourself alone in a million-dollar home, nothing left to do but soak inside It's a long way down, especially when your hopes are high Thought i was supposed to fly, yeah Now i'm goin' poltergeist, i'm not, i'm not waitin' on my phone to die, yeah when you close your eyes, in the moment like you froze in time You see the people in the back start to multiply I do arenas, not open mics, yeah, yeah, yeah I do arenas, not open mics, yeah, yeah, yeah I pour my heart into an open mic, yeah [spoken] I know, i know what is down this path. i know that, you know, the awful thing that's down this path and i know i can deal with it as opposed to what's down the next path and i don't know that i have what it takes to, to battle that devil
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