Rilaphy - Confiteor

Look at all that cash move gone away in flash
I ain't got proof according to my last moves
Finna grow a stash to look like a disaster
Trynna not give a fuck - I'll be gone to ash soon
Winter shelter my room, crafting all these new tunes
But fam ain't tuning in, zero audience I need a flip
This commerce shit I ain't getting it
I don't fit in with the rest it's not obvious
To me - I should get no rest
Doing tests on me, she ain't ready to face me
How that cherry tasting? Is it not for me
Whatever shit I ain't interested
It's all the same to me
Feeling seasick in my head, it's always me
I don't feel the need to love myself
And so does, she smoking weed
Embarrassed, don't embrace myself
I'm torn between my inside critic
Forcing limits, questioning my sense
All I get is minutes ''fore I'm blood red mad
Blue fuck that sadness
Green I need to balance
Yellow summer sun I need some love from you
Do I give so little that I don't get it back from you?
I guess I am I don't got shit to give
But I give you this album and let it be said
I did this shit on my own when
Nobody cared but now I need you to believe in me
Can you believe in me

Sometimes I don't believe in anything
Nothing feels right while I'm balancing
On a thin rope, anxious when I show myself
If I can't be good at everything I turn on myself
It may all go to hell
No need to feel so sentimental
Nobody's suicidal, I ain't got no one to hide from
Feeling shit sucks, eventually life fucks you up
And spits you out - whence you came from dust
And can't manage lust or envy trynna stick out from the many
Lives that've been stuck in boredom, being standard sucks
No shortages except love or appreciation
Why is it always so limited? You die alone in the end
I didn't mean to get so morbid but that comes naturally
I'll leave you be

Written by:
Rytis Mikutavicius

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