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letra de a personal verse 2 - kob

[b-tter roasted corn on the kob]

i got this long hair
to match my long face
went from sentimental
to cynical, to depression on the border
of clinical, i am the pinnacle
everything i need, everything i fear
i don’t resent much because it brought me to here
and i’m floating like a buoy, i ain’t sinking
i’m just thinking
not gloating (gloating)
hosting all these bad thoughts
i need some sp-ce like astronaughts
i need some b’s for the cause
(because) because
the system goes in stages
and if you don’t kick you don’t for ages
then you go
brainless (brainless)
aimless (aimless)
dangerous (dangerous)
to yourself
my ego lately’s been small like an elf
on a high shelf shuffling away
been gone for many days (yeah)
i’m seeing an increase grays
i’ve been too comfortable in my ray-bans
man, i can’t do this
i need to make a list – a to do one
and i’ll start with the new sun (yeah)
and, i’ll pop like the trigger of gun
from the cops when they aim at a …(who?)
my exterior’s calm, but at the same time numb (numb)
my interiors calm, but at the same time numb (numb numb)
i’ve earned this sanity i’m chasing (chasing) but it’s not releasing
and i seem to be ceasing like cisse – i’m broken
like rabbit at the start – i’m choking (ugh)
i used to have ice but now i’m soaking (wet)
i felt it melt away
i felt it drip away, drip, drip away

i guess i’m okay (yeah)

- kob

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