letra de think too much - chris phoenix
isolated to my own
alone
far from home
ponder
not everything glitters is gold
the man smiling 24/7 needs to be consoled
story as old as every tales that’s been told
feel inadequate cause i’m not as outgoing
look at him, he’s so social, energy is glowing
prolly got a beautiful girlfriend
i’m knowing
sometimes i question, do i want a girl or the idea of it ?
my world gets lonely, think it’s the love i covet
the precedent of craving to f-ck since adolescence
fueled by a strong desire, concupiscence
so long from what my mom taught me, all the lessons
how to treat a woman
usher a man these confessions
make new friends, it’s good for my health
get out of my sh-ll, but i feel like i’m selling myself
peoples ratings on me, didn’t ask to be yelped
i think i think too much
i think i think too much
i think i think too much
i think i think too much
i see my peers embraced in jocundity
my face gloomed, assumed
pursue prosperity
but clarity not present
got lost so joy new to me
sometimes i wish stars aligned like astrology
instead, thoughts fill my head
what’s the purpose of life?
are we already dead?
face strife
my wrist, sharp knife
contrast
dark/light
might search for change
conlifct that plagues
is depression in my brain?
is it my fault i’m insane
can’t talk to my mom or i’m blamed
i’m lost
sold my soul, still don’t know the cost
sacrificed mental health
detrimental, i’m exhaust
thus these tracks is just how i discuss when the world treasonous how they treating us
society feels fake, fragile but act robust
neo in the matrix but don’t have a morpheus
i’m making a fuss cause
i think too much
i think i think too much
i think i think too much
i think i think too much
i think i think too much
i think i think too much
a man shaped by his surroundings
lounging in angst
take an ant hill and make a mountain
exude youth
the truth
take a dip in the fountain
smoke an ounce and examine the world i parade
life is hierarchy
we all looking for a raise and an escape from the bed we all made
no money for ubi, but enough to k!ll iraqis
young poor americans fight the war of their daddies
life is a war zone, but no one to call of duty
g’s up, but this black face don’t wear gucci
wish i still knew ton, look up to young huey
tryna find the best ways to cope that’s healthy
i guess i’m just lost, i’m tryna find my way
don’t know what i’m going to do or what i’m going to say
i’m lost
we’re all employees
the world is the boss
i think i think too much
i think i think too much
i think i think too much
i think i think too much
i think i think too much
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