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letra de thirty-two - polarboiyeahz

thirty-two lyrics
[intro]
polarboiyeahz young teen wolf, blow his top off

[verse 1]
reassure me that i’m different just so i can still remember
-that i’m a wolf in sheep’s clothing, i stay dry in stormy weather
everybody’s human but i’ve never been a regular
and my heart’s ice cold but my body’s average temperature
i can guess the amount of dead bodies in a register
it’s so many blessings, many that i can’t even register
demons toting missile launchers shooting in my mental though
write like sylvia plath, so don’t ask me wherе the head’ll go

[hook]
every night i climb upon thе top yet i wake up at the bottom
i was anxious but now it isnt even a problem
don’t worry about me because i think i’m doing better
i was always doing me, i’m an accidental trend setter
i can’t ever close my eyes, it’s way too many thoughts racing
look me in the scleras, you could tell that it’s a lot, ain’t it?
this is a love letter to the expectations that i’ve never met
x and o, suck my d-ck, with kisses on the neck

[verse 2]
polarboiyeahz, aka mr. 32 below
never meant to be a hero, i’m not suicidal but i’m steve-o
i’m working with the progressions throughout drought n depressions
living lessons, learning questions, i’m still grateful for the mentions
ohh, i just hope love is in the sentence cuz my keyboard way got too many x’s
o’s on my fingertips, i’m out here skippin texts again
i got angels i think that i should message them
tried to talk with god but i’m still on delivered
got an angel on the line, and he hangs up
cupid wouldn’t even answer so i took the quiver
give’em a piece of my mind, now my brain’s out the picture
[hook]
every night i climb upon the top yet i wake up at the bottom
i was anxious but now it isnt even a problem
don’t worry about me because i think i’m doing better
i was always doing me, i’m an accidental trend setter
i can’t ever close my eyes, it’s way too many thoughts racing
look me in the scleras, you could tell that it’s a lot, ain’t it?
this is a love letter to the expectations that i’ve never met
x and o, suck my d-ck, with kisses on the neck

[verse 3]
dirty soul, my feet as dirty as a tar pit
b-tch, i’m music, my heart littered with guitar picks
if you won’t ask about the art then don’t bring up a topic
i’m jus tryna get it out the bottom as a real artist
hunting like i got fifty arms b-tch
i’m a paradox, i’m witty but on the beat i go r-t-rded
former grave digger, get the beat and i post part it
how come when i hop on songs they only post my part it’s
obvious
without me you wouldn’t make it, on some conscious sh-t
i’m not tryna be provacative
i’m just speaking what it is and you act oblivious
i think about this music and my plots on getting rich
getting rich
[hook]

- polarboiyeahz

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