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letra de watching paint dry - drewsome

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4 walls staring into my soul
red paint dripping down, man, it’s taking a toll
how do i
get back
how do i
take control
how do i
counteract
and not do
what i’m told
i been up late, sleeping pills and excedrin
help me fall asleep, but they turn me to a skeleton
i’m so tired, but i’m filled with adrenaline
my eyes wide like i’m high off the medicine
i feel great, 48 hours straight
sipping cherry flavored drank
no fuel in the tank
i’ve been tryna fight the feeling but i’m staring at a ceiling
and i can’t control my breathing through the pains and the aches
what you know about insomnia and blocks
even when you’re wide awake, the nightmares never stop
if your body’s sleep walking, better keep the door locked
yeah, you’re prolly better off just staring at a clock, like

i’ve been staring at these four walls for the past five hours, lying here, watching this paint dry
i toss and i turn but i show no concern ‘cause maybe my life is a waste of time
i’ve been staring at these four walls for the past five hours, lying here, watching this paint dry
i toss and i turn but i show no concern ‘cause maybe my life is a waste of time
i’ve been staring at these four walls for the past five hours, lying here, watching this paint dry
i toss and i turn but i show no concern ‘cause maybe my life is a waste of time
i’m restless, only sleeping in detention
homies slip me codeine, yeah, i need an intervention
half passed eleven, better call the reverend
ambien or xanax, homie, i don’t have a preference
i’ve been tryna get to sleep
i’m tossing and i’m turning while i’m hiding under sheets
voices in my head, when they speak they cut deep
so, instead of counting days, i’m just tryna count sheep
hallucinating, hearing things that ain’t there
questioning if i exist, do i really even care
what’s the point of going on if i’m always so scared
what’s the point of going on if i’m broke beyond repair
and i wake up in a panic and my body can’t move
give a f-ck if i’m organic, but i’m digging my own tomb
if another person asks if i’m okay or just assumed that i’m not, i’m locking up and never coming out my room, like

i’ve been staring at these four walls for the past five hours, lying here, watching this paint dry
i toss and i turn but i show no concern ‘cause maybe my life is a waste of time
i’ve been staring at these four walls for the past five hours, lying here, watching this paint dry
i toss and i turn but i show no concern ‘cause maybe my life is a waste of time

- drewsome

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