This song alone makes me want to do better at music, simply amazing

wish he had a gun so he could defend himself

Chorus:
Took a trip to the garden.
Grass wit the trim, kinda looks like a carpet.
I need space, people see me as a target.
But get wit me, and your life is kickstarted.

All this green. You would think we in a forest.
My guest list like a giant, it’s enormous.
Her name's Dorothy. She was never into porridge.
Just white lines.
That she takes in the morning.

Verse 1:
Now it’s 2am.
Hanging out with who again?
Looking for another time to mess up and redo again.
I am getting bored of all the acting that I do instead.
Of telling everybody that I’m sick of being cool.

I guess I’ll write my own ending. That’s it.
Wake up in the morning, left a pill on my mattress.
I can’t look away cuz if I do, then I’m passive.
Ima take it; pray this headache go away then I’m back in.

Between:
I lack enjoyment.
I lack the plaques.
And lack the status that they’ve been anointed.
I lack the passion.
Passing out at three from all the voices.
Crowded rooms.
And bad choices.
Powdered faces.
Loud noises.

I don’t think that ima make it out.
Even tho it’s my house.
Even tho, I know that I could drive away and leave the town.
And take it back, to when I only wanted to be proud.
Of my accomplishments.
But I’m over it.
I’ll just hold it in.

Verse 2:
Forever. And ever and ever.
On another endeavor.
And I’m never indebted.
To nobody, it’s settled.
I used to think I was greater.
I threw my keys on the table.
And told myself that I made it.

Had all the hope in the world.
But that well ran dry.
Put my faith in a girl.
And she said goodbye.
So I stuck to the things.
That would make me fly.
To a whole different place.
Running on my time.

I answer no questions.
No answer is enough.
No plans to be grand.
Like pianos in the mud.
No sand in weird glasses.
No caps with those tassels.
No magic.
No plastic.
No cash.
And no love.

It’s a sad place.
That was kind of unavoidable.
Travel through the void and think that life is so enjoyable.
That’s why we take it all, we’re in need of some comfort.
Gotta walk away and question all the spells that we’re under.

Chorus:
Took a trip to my garden.
Grass wit the trim, kinda looks like a carpet.
I need space, people see me as a target.
But get wit me, and your life is kickstarted.

All this green. You would think we in a forest.
My guest list like a giant, it’s enormous.
Her name's Dorothy. She was never into porridge.
Just white lines.
That she takes in the morning.

@sorrow - trip to the garden (prod. 8ROKEBOY)

@sorrow - done with me (prod. 8ROKEBOY)

@rxseboy - used to have friends (prod. sundwn)

i do not worship satan, this is fire force

@akumuh - I AM AKUMUH (prod. neverforever)

@akumuh - NONFICTION (prod. shvde)

@akumuh - LISTEN IF YOU FEEL LIKE GIVING UP (prod. neverforever)

@akumuh - CLOSER TO CLOSURE (prod. neverforever)

jeepers

Late

Dear God

i think i'm bored.

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@akumuh - CLOSER TO CLOSURE (prod. neverforever)

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