West Park - Spinnin' Round the Rock

I been moving round the city everyday
I've been lost trying to find my way
Vision cloudy lost in a deep haze
Look into the mirror I can't see my face

You face the truth when you can't look away
Living in the past just to change my pace
I was always searching for a change of pace
Now I can't recall the image of your face

What do they want from here, I only get what i share
I only speak what is real, I'm not recreating the wheel
Trying to write what I feel, but I'm just praying I heal
Saw my persona get killed, I'm feeling the chills, I conquered my will

Burned by the ones that offend you, burned by the ones that you trust
Burned by the ones that defend you, burned by the ones that you love
I swear that I had it enough, my thoughts weighing heavy as fuck
So I'm sparking the blunts, sipping the bottle, sniffing the bumps

Looking for peace from within, but all that I'm finding is sin
I wish that it never began, can't put this plague to an end
I let it just pull me back in, the viscous cycle begins
My demons stare with a grin, they part of my skin, got me praying to gin

Spinning round the rock, running out the clock
And i'm trying to re-route, trying to re-route
Hating on myself, and i'm screaming for some help
No one tries to pull me out, tries to pull me out
Just wish that I was good, send me back to childhood
Don't want the house and the wife, want a second shot at life
Spinning round the rock, running out the clock
And i'm trying to re-route, trying to re-route

Spinning around the third rock from the sun
I'm not stable enough to find a girl to be the one
I can't depend on someone to make me happy
I need to be alone until my own work is done

Made a lot of mistakes, had a lot of heartache
I learned how to bare the weight, invulnerable, I'm not gonna break
Screaming for help so much I got a frog in my throat
I loathe the fact I've been corrupted, I'm just trying to be the goat
I'm not humble, there's nothing I got in me to gloat, I'd sink if I tried to showboat
No one's 10 out of 10, can't go back & do it again
I'm not done writing the story while there's ink left in the pen
You are your own worst critic
Stay outta ya head, trust in it
Anxiety attaches to hope and drains, cause it's parasitic
Snooze the alarm so I can stay exiled in my subconscious
Hiding from the things that are leaving me numb and haunted
It's time to confront the hell I've made, and slay the internal demons
And make reality synonymous with the night I stay to dream in

Spinning round the rock, running out the clock
And i'm trying to re-route, trying to re-route
Hating on myself, and i'm screaming for some help
No one tries to pull me out, tries to pull me out
Just wish that I was good, send me back to childhood
Don't want the house and the wife, want a second shot at life
Spinning round the rock, running out the clock
And i'm trying to re-route, trying to re-route

Written by:
Andrew Schaffer, Michael Mfarej

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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