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letra de all in my head - young crow

hey how’s it going
i hope you’re doing well
i’ve been feeling real feelings
now that i put the bottle down
past mistakes weighing on my mind
but my life is changing now
i ain’t get to see prom or graduation
but i can’t change that now

all these seconds that i’m wasting
wish i could get them back
just cut me some slack
see i’m running through these thoughts again
still thinking bout you and him
what it takes to make a person break and bend
broken hearts that i can’t mend
mistakes i’ve made i’ll make again
a million times until the end
go through life without a friend
what’s it like to hold a hand
what’s it like to be thе man
what’s it like to have evеrything i wanted
and throw that sh-t away just cause you can
what’s it like, what’s it like, what’s it like

but it’s all in my head homie, it’s all in my head
it’s all in my head homie, it’s all in my head
it’s all in my head homie, it’s all in my head
it’s all in my head homie, it’s all in my head
see i’ve been working hard, i’ve been grinding out
all these goals and plans that i’ve been laying down
all my peers in high school’s lights are burning out
my hands are tough as leather now
would that be enough to ask you out
except it’s all that matters now

is that enough to make you proud
i can talk loud and make the speakers bounce
but that ain’t matter to you how i react
if you shoot me down cause
i ain’t held no hands before
and i can drink till i hit the floor
they say love’s an open door
but it happens if you want it more

burning mics, my lips are sore
i don’t even really want this sh-t anymore
everything just isn’t what it seems
and i don’t mean to paint the picture that i’m living the dream
but i never felt this low, i have no esteem
i live in extremes
the image of my dreams so easily shifted i miss sh-t
i miss when my life was so simple
now i make decisions on impulse
don’t talk about god when your life is so sinful
i wish me and you could speak like we used to
and who knew i’d write these letters that i never sent to you
see we haven’t spoke in about a month
and i think i miss you a bit too much
but i should explain why i haven’t been in touch
my life’s a wreck, i wake up drunk
inspection proves i’m still a punk
electric feel, i’m still a run
the smallest fish in the smallest pond
see there’s no successes with my depression
it drags me down till i start to drown
gasping for air, grasping at hands
drinks and sweat clawing at my neck
within myself there’s no respect
put these wicked thoughts to rest
i think i’m made in these moments
i think i’m made of these moments
lie to my mom, i’m dishonest
got a couple skeletons that i hide in my closet
but it’s all in my head homie, it’s all in my head
it’s all in my head homie, it’s all in my head
it’s all in my head homie, it’s all in my head

it’s all in my head homie, it’s all in my head
it’s all in my head homie, it’s all in my head
it’s all in my head homie, it’s all in my head
it’s all in my head homie, it’s all in my head

- young crow

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