trdml - GRIPTAPE

Looking right back
Asking me jack shit
Talk to me flat
Yeah I'm so bored of all of that
Looking right back
Asking me jack shit
Talk to me flat
Yeah I'm so bored of all of that

I can't wait till I become famous and depressed
I'll be more careful what I wish for cause I might not pass the test
If a feeling a in my stomach tells me I should draw a line
I won't listen to that bitch, goddamn I'm feeling fine
This camera, that camera, tell me what's on your mind
My focus is shifting just a bit off line
Ringing in my head
And it just won't stop till I drop dead
My eardrums popped, pop pop pop, they're better off instead

I got too much
And not enough
Going on inside my head
I got too much
And not enough
Going on inside my head

Looking right back
Asking me jack shit
Talk to me flat
Yeah I'm so bored of all of that
Looking right back
Asking me jack shit
Talk to me flat
Yeah I'm so bored of all of that

Lately I've been uncomfortable in my own skin
Seems like every day I fight myself and I don't always win
Scottie Pippen 94 I went to war and won awards
And even more so now than than ever I miss my stupid fucking friends
Name engraved in my griptape
Pushing wood with a switchblade
1800 my Minute Maid
I Broke my body just to get paid
I really can't handle this pain in my heart
And the farther I'm running the harder it gets
It's time that I pay my emotional debt
It's time i get rid of this weight on my chest

I got too much
And not enough
Going on inside my head
I got too much
And not enough
Going on inside my head

Looking right back
Asking me jack shit
Talk to me flat
Yeah I'm so bored of all of that
Looking right back
Asking me jack shit
Talk to me flat
Yeah I'm so bored of all of that

Written by:
Austin Eglund, Eric Kron, Samuel Haro

Publisher:
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