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letra de albeit - j. embi

[intro]
maybe you’ll think of me
when you are alone
maybe-maybe-maybe-maybe

[verse]
well, my life’s been fallin ‘part and all the puzzle pieces don’t fit
still plague myself with believing truly there’s no end
i take a puff to keep some focus, keep my eyes open
while my soul is hangin’ on a clothespin, it don’t f-ckin’ work
only my mind does
meet my personalities and try to find us
i sit back and watch my life like it’s just a f-ckin’ movie
but i grab the popcorn, and then, out of nowhere, i’m i’m juvie
and it’s disheartening, so d-mn disheartening
to spend your lifespan tryna fix a problem you ain’t even start to see
before it’s too late, prayin’ for a new day
before, eventually, one more war breaks out, and then it’s doomsday
started rappin’ less, i’m ownin’ more, prepared for when i go to war
but i’m the f-ckin’ enemy on all sides to my own accord
you know the end of the story happens after all the chapters
but what if, in all our stories, there’s a nuclear disaster
and the pages burn to dust or simply fade away with time
and we will never be remembered for our own day-to-day lives?
because the time will keep on going on, no one’s gonna know this song
in ten years or eighty years, no one will even f-cking know i’m gone
i guess i played my last chords, now the notes are old
and maybe you’ll think of me when i’m close to ghost
and maybe you’ll miss me, i f-ckin’ hope you don’t
i f-ckin’ hope you do, because i know you won’t
this song is not a letter, it’s a message
this song is not a letter, it’s a suicide note
ship it across a sea of nicotine, end on a high note
and whatever you want from me, i’ll be it
i’m making progress in myself, albeit
pretty f-ckin’ slowly, i’m evolving every second
i’m dissolving in my skin, and i won’t eat your f-ckin’ breakfast
i won’t eat your f-ckin’ lunch, i’ll take a tablespoon of salt
and then, i’ll pour it in my wounds, because pain is just how we’re taught
and then, i’ll spill my f-ckin’ guts out, outline it in chalk
and then, i’ll take this knife right out my back and put it in your thoughts
then i’ll make a f-ckin’ record that n0body has sought
then, i’ll drop the sh-t on my court date, just right before i get caught
well, my life will fall apart, i’m the only one to blame
and the puzzle pieces make it seem like it’s a f-ckin’ game
and i know it’s not, i know it’s not, i know it’s not the same
and i know that i’m problem ’cause i’m barely f-cking sane
[outro]
maybe you’ll think of me
when you are alone

- j embi

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