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letra de woebegone - logpog

[verse 1]
all my thoughts leaving my headsp-ce except for the dead weight
the words that i can’t say, it’s d-mn painful
i’ve lost any meaningful message, and now i just am pretentious
i’m never letting myself settle for less than a [?]

[bridge 1]
the trains off the tracks, i forgot what it feels like to be laidback
if tomorrow is the day that my vision goes black
i’m just gonna wish that
instead of people cutting people out, i’d cut them some slack

[verse 2]
my eyes are frosted shut, my brain is frozen over
i’ve been having hallow еvenings even long bеfore october
speakin’ used to be appeasing, till i did it over and over
and now i’m plucking leaves till the stem is all that’s left of my clover!
i feel like my momentum is coming to a halt
whatever call i make, there’s always gonna be a fault
feelin’ lost, tossed into a preverbal mist
all rappers experience when they’re wanting to quit
it’s not the same, but it’s similar
when my subject matter doesn’t matter, it’s a matter of time before i seriously
think on whether i wanna keep going
’cause if i force myself to do this, it’ll fester with deep loathing
[bridge 2]
i just wanna live a little bit more
if i’m lucky, maybe my situation getting better’s what’s in store
and if not, it’s never gonna let up, but i know what i’m in for
i know what i’m in for, yeah
a life full of strife and scorn
i don’t have many options, and yet, i’m still torn
’cause i keep on losing my motivation

[verse 3]
attempts to improve are just instigation
re-arranging words in hopes they’ll be more engaging
i feel deflated, degraded, and so afraid of creatin’
because the day i stop makin’ music will mean i’m out of a way to express myself
i’m stressed and dwellin’ on the same things that are all but amazing
then i arrive at the same conclusion, but never commit to my statements
i [?] myself in [?], as i [?] at the [?]
with eyes that are full of amazement, you’ll see my mind go vacant

[chorus]
losing track of memories i once had
and i’m not satisfied by anything that’s holding on
i [?] my own flame in that i’m never really sad
but behind the glad face, i’m fully woe-be-gone- (woe-be-go-gone)
losing track of memories i once had
and i’m not satisfied by anything that’s holding on
i [?] my own flame in that i’m never really sad
but behind the glad face, i’m fully woe-be-gone- (woe-be-go-gone)

- logpog

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