THE Dread-Headed Bandit - Still

Solemn

Solemn

I haven't moved in a while
I think this area's stupid
I wish that I could better
I wish I ran out of structure
I wish that wasn't a problem
I have been trying to find myself wondering if I will ever find it
I don't really put in the effort but honestly I don't think I would do better trying
He stared at the sun and he stepped in intangible plane off a building, I let him fly it
My blood is a permanent marker, I write it in scarlet so you can see letters binding
I'm wary of danger and I know nobody is lucky so I don't be pressing mine
Disregarding the pitch that inverts on itself cuz lowkey I don't care for the second time
I slept in a building while everything burns and I wish I could say that I left in time
God...can barely tell if I'm still alive
Jesus, take the wheel
I'm downing the fruit but I'm naked still
I spoke with the devil, he made a deal
But I was a fool, I ain't break the seal
Yeah, yeah
I haven't moved in awhile
I never proved in a trial
I stand on the ceiling because I was glued to a tile
I couldn't do what I tried to
I'm coming in second, the thing is I lose by a mile
I'm feeling usually idle
I'm turning my pages but I'm never using the Bible
I'm being brutally honest
I do got a problem when spilling my dutiful silo
I'm feeling musically bondaged
Aloof in my progress; I wish I could move like a cyclone
Feel like whatever it is or whatever I make that it will not compare to my outlook
I'm spending way too much time on the seventeenth line tryna figure out how it's gon sound good
I don't know what I've been doing
I'm tryna be stupid, I'm tryna be smart, or a mix of the two
I don't hold to a truth but I hope for a new one
Don't take it to heart but I give it to you
It start with an "I" and it ends with an "I" and I'm feeling like I am conceited
So I have been parting with pride as a part of my life
But I'm tripping cuz I don't believe it
I've really been trying to let myself live in the moment
Before I get much too far in consideration
I would like to point out the fact I never did pick my station
I...have been gazing around at all of the sinful nature
Picking off the trees of the barren place I'm in yet and still

Written by:
Christian Mackey

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