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letra de it's over soon - ben (us)

[verse 1]
my silence speaks loud
feel loneliest in a crowd
try to fly away but i crash down
i’m malaysian airlines
fall back like an old mans hairline
living on the fine line
between black and white
only my true self in the night
my own bros turn on me give me dog bites
catching scurvy cause i stay out the limelight
tryna sort it out need to get the time right
my head spin like a revolver
doing anything just for a dollar
motive gets smaller
no longer feel taller
my momma say the world going backward
hear the caws of a black bird
biting nails down to my fingers
and the dread lingers
years of busy work for a 9-5
but its puzzle of how to thrive
my mirror shows me what i hate
stupid ass fish i took the bait
care too much that’s why i’m late
but i’m here now
and there’s no going back down
rock bottom when your feet off the ground
whole body screaming but i can’t make a sound
r.i.p. my homies they not dead
but i know that day will come
and my lungs filled with lead
and one day my last words will come
nothing to most everything to some
we’re all kids in dunce hats, f-cking dumb

[interlude]
godd-mn! this sh-t is f-cking garbage
jesus christ dude shut the f-ck up
ooh meh meh meh i don’t have friends
p-ssy, you’re a p-ssy shut the h-ll up

[verse 2]
yeah, i know i’m an assh0l-
think about what i say everyday
and in a way this is me saying what i can’t say
cause when i’m like this the room go silent
maybe thats why some dudes get violent
sorting only makes a bigger mess
no thump in my chest
i am like the rest
just carried different
and looked at different
’til there’s nothing to see
but i couldn’t care less blasting lil b
i can tell how others see me
and i’m used to dead days
attached to my old ways
piece of sh-t with a glaze
the search for joy becomes a maze
i shake my d-mn head
knowing most only in it for bread
i just laugh it off
my guts always been soft
no idea what’s to come
take a sip of rum
but careful cause addictions in my blood
rollin in the mud
watching the world die
all my thoughts fly
only question never answered why
and finally a sigh
this the stories of another stupid kid
tryna find peace in h-ll’s grid
i grab the mic, cry about the world
up for days but i can’t hurl
very few in my circle
and i keep working
and i keep working
maybe i’ll make something

- ben us

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