ScrmmbledEggs - Letter

Inciting a new world order
Let me get a fuckin' blanket for your shoulders
Because when it comes to change
You shoulders are getting colder
Always feeling older
Try to remember the days
When you didn't have to worry about the former
Aging is a plague, I'd rather die at 60
Then just burn my ass
Don't put me under six feet
This heat that comes from my mouth
Is the only thing that my life's about
And I at that I do my best
But I still have my doubts
Like I shouldn't have taken a breath there
Shit I fucked up, now back to square one
Now that there's not fun
But I still do it because it's my passion
Writing these lines is how I be relaxin'
It's not about the cash-in
It's not about the fashion
It's about my love for music, don't look like a lot of you have it
Now in my chamber straight gassin'
Call me a lunatic, put me in a straight-jacket

It's that time of the night
Were I stay awake and cry
Write all these lines
Then think about when I'm gonna die
Not much I can do
Except live with the blues
Maybe talk about it
And this time it's with you

From this day to the next day
I don't care what the test say
I'll just do my best at what I love
For some that concept is a bit above their heads
Hard to explain, but if I couldn't do this I'd be dead
So let me keep in the lane
I feel lots of shame
I hope you don't feel the same
Because it's a dreadful existence
Starting to really need assistance
Like I'm fighting myself
In an all out war for my fuckin' mental health
It's fuckin' struggle hell
Gotta get away, gotta escape
But I'm over encumbered
Carrying too much weight
So I can only crawl, and I'm being pulled back
Every time I inch forward I get stopped in my tracks
Stop and I laugh at my joke of a life
Like that's some damn funny shit alright
But it's really my fault
I could do better
Instead of trying to hide inside a warm sweater
So I write this letter to myself with the best of regards
Please don't collapse or turn into shards
I make no promises
I cannot guarantee that my life will be prosperous
Like a body with no phosphorus

It's that time of the night
Were I stay awake and cry
Write all these lines
Then think about when I'm gonna die
Not much I can do
Except live with the blues
Maybe talk about it
And this time it's with you
It's that time of the night
Were I stay awake and cry
Write all these lines
Then think about when I'm gonna die
Not much I can do
Except live with the blues
Maybe talk about it
And this time it's with you

Written by:
Dylan Salomons

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