Sol Hardy - Walt

I don't I don't I don't I don't
Live like I signed a contract
That's wack. Third eye need a contact
Taliban just called and said they want their bombs back
Recall the combat, post trauma drama on a phone app
Pause that. I'm watching life through some screens
Can't decide what I see. Say oh my, say oh me
So no one's okay? (Okay)
Sleep the whole day? (Whole day)
Cut my serotonin with some melatonin
Baby, let's forget the moment for a moment
Here's my head, oh will you hold it
It's breaking my neck up with its bullshit
Tricks ain't for kids, silly habits got me sick again
I'm kicking the bucket for puking in. Fuck it, I'm losing it
Try to step back and control the emotion
But I'm going postal like an envelope of anthrax and Jehovah
On its way to proselytize Oprah. I'm hella tired don't ya
Want to make today like origami and fold it all over
I fell asleep in a Ford Focus and woke up driving a Lotus
Speaking of irony killing people, sitting lotus make your legs go numb without the focus
Hold it

When did it become so cool to be bipolar
Like a pistol loaded with emotions
Where did I leave my holster
What is your favorite color
Social security number
I don't speak my own language
Can't keep my own secrets
Baby, whoever you are
I think that I need you

I'm scared, but I kinda dig it
Overly aware of my existence
I'm tired of vision, Tired of being tired
I want to go missing, want to go missing
I'm on a mission to forget this

So everybody's got a riot inside them
Let's start a fire just to listen to some ambulance sirens
Hell, I'll panic and buy an entire mansion and fill it with grand pianos
And children who don't know shit about pianos, but they're all on vyvanse and for real
They're gonna pound the keys Until a symphony emerges from the manic
They're dealing with
But until then it's the loudest that will win as if it's a contest to
Deafen the rest of us. Yeah, decibel shit
Hello, my name is Walt and I approve this music
Use it like an inner-tube for your bullshit and float on through it
It's like heroin without a spoon, you can't abuse it
Don't be foolish, When was the last time you knew what you were doing
Cool it. Nobody can fly, but we're all down here winging it
All I do is lie, but I'm honest as I can be with it
See, I'm free with it, My heart, my mind, and the keys
Missing. Don't get caught up wishing when all of this is fiction
Write your vision

When did it become so cool to be bipolar
Like a pistol loaded with emotions
Where did I leave my holster
What is your favorite color
Social security number
I don't speak my own language
Can't keep my own secrets
Baby, whoever you are
I think that I need you

I'm scared, but I kinda dig it
Overly aware of my existence
I'm tired of vision, Tired of being tired
I want to go missing, want to go missing
I'm on a mission to forget this

Written by:
Nate Hardy

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