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letra de mind in the mud - kaelar

[chorus]
working all week, leave my mind in the mud
in the weekend, left tired, but writing some stuff
i imprison my wrists, i’m gon’ buy me some cuffs
i keep flipping the switch between grinding and drugs
it’s a really bad habit, don’t hide it enough
but outside of my songs, i been lying too much
i been walking in circles, decided to run
i’ve been botching these hurdles, my mind in the mud, uh

[verse]
i just keep finding the drugs
i’ve been rolling, been rolling, been rolling, been rolling
been rolling, i like me a buzz
and if i had a backwood, i’d light me a blunt
and if this was a game, i keep signing me up
but i guess the big public don’t like me enough
sometimes wanna say f-ck it, but biting my tongue
i won’t stop, i’ll keep going, i’m vibing for fun
eat it like swiss cheese
shooting some holes in this beat
now it’s drowning, make sure that it sinks deep
look up, i’m riding a cloud
if i don’t like the vibe, i just switch breeze
been a lil’ moment, since i have been honing
make sure that my wrist bleeds
uh, in need of luck
heh, huh, seen enough
if a beat gets me boppin’, then i beat it up
uh, grease it up
sound like chicken, when i listen, so i eat it up
eh, uh, teamin’ up
they produce, i abuse, when i key it up
hah, uh, leave it done
or half finished, bad written, need to clean it up
i could keep going, if i had a moment
to find some opponents, than they would be dead
i just need uh, i just need bread
higher than ceilings, but feet made of led
dragging me down, left me upset
roll me forgiveness, so i can forget
go back to town, go back to bed
slept on my rhythm, your dream’s where we met
i don’t know, bro, i’ve left alone (i ain’t me bro)
all the thoughts, in my head, keep getting stoned (way too stoned)
mind too full, ringing like a telephone (a crazy phone)
hatred building for the mirror, never met him though (my lazy bro)
all my life, been performing for a better show (a crazy show)
and it feels like my mind on the second row (he ain’t seen nothin’)
view blocked by the first, so i never know (he ain’t seen nothin’)
what to change, never learn, so i never grow (that crazy substance)
uh, reckless
murder some beats to express sh-t
breakfast
cereal flow, murder senseless
stressing
feel like i missed me the message
guessing
i had to just go, no directions
[chorus]
working all week, leave my mind in the mud
in the weekend, left tired, but writing some stuff
i imprison my wrists, i’m gon’ buy me some cuffs
i keep flipping the switch between grinding and drugs
it’s a really bad habit, don’t hide it enough
but outside of my songs, i been lying too much
i been walking in circles, decided to run
i’ve been botching these hurdles, my mind in the mud

- kaelar

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