Fallen so many times that I’ve lost count so many things I wish I could cross out 
I do my best at everything I do, but a lot of things I don’t have a clue 
Fallen so many times that I’ve lost count frequent flyer should get a discount 
Inside and out and through and through show me what to pursue show me what is true 

working these hands straight to the bone carrying the weight of the unknown 
yeah, I’m tired but I struggle on anxiety on fire like fourth and long 
and I need this first down like I need to breath in need a fresh start get out from underneath 
The loss of the past moved in the wrong direction so many times I could have a collection 
Lay them end to end like a mile long not like I’m innocent often in the wrong but I do have a place where I belong
I’ve been down for years but still optimistic tryna quiet the thought hope is just a veneer that covers up the nihilistic

Fallen so many times that I’ve lost count so many things I wish I could cross out 
I do my best at everything I do, but a lot of things I don’t have a clue 
Fallen so many times that I’ve lost count frequent flyer should get a discount 
Inside and out and through and through show me what to pursue show me what is true 

I’ve been going through a lot the last couple years and I’ve put in a lot of thought, and I’ve shed some tears 
Caught inside this interconnected web the neglected parts dominate my head 
And it bleads through misleads you mistreats you looking in rear view 
I know that’s it’s not true it’s just that I forgot who was what I got through 
When I think about it it’s a miracle I’m here at all 
Living a life that’s so chaotic impossible to understand it all in shadows of that giant wall 
Loss is great and the challenge daunting give me a twist of fate new day dawning 
Stressful time and time is tight not a lot of money but good memories in hindsight

Lost Count

LYRICS:
they keep me around cuz i got hella smoke
DIY my clique, we fuck up the status quo
she don’t like my makeup, i’m like “bitch you should go home”
cuz i got 20 baddies who keep hittin up my phone
i feel like Rihanna, bitch, come pay me what i’m owed
get up in my face and i swear you will get thrown
S*M*S, motherfucker, i’m the CEO
i pop out for my girlies like my name was Chappell Roan
(aye) they keep me around cuz i got hella smoke
DIY my clique, fuckin up the status quo
if you don’t like my makeup then maybe you should go home
cuz i got 20 hoes who keep askin me for dome
i feel like Rihanna, bitch, come pay me what i’m owed
get up in my face and i swear you will get thrown
S*M*S, motherfucker, i’m the CEO
pop out for my girlies like my name was Chappell Roan

finishing touches, yeah i’m hot to go
when my plug gon hit my line i best hit the road (skrrt)
mama say that she don’t like what i got going on
but baby girl i don’t really give no fucks cuz i got a place to go
gimme one sec, i gotta pack my bowl
Y-U-N-G Zombie like i’m boutta decompose
swag drips from my wounds, i can feel it overflow (swag)
i don’t care to listen cuz im too fuckin stoned (too fuckin stoned?)

keep that tweakin shit up you won’t get no answer
i know you a hater, but your friends know all my anthems
i don’t like them drugs but they love me like Manson
yeah, your friends know all my anthems

made all this shit on my own, and i ain’t even break a sweat
that boy keep on talking big, but i know he ain’t a threat
already know these fucks don’t like me, they gon stay upset
live in they heads rent free, i already know yall won’t forget 

ADHD, no i cannot sit down
they love how i shine like the ring on my brow
party on my block and the shit’s too loud
i step out my whip, you only see clouds
feel like the undead how i sleep underground
you lost your bitch? look who i found
this shit is my passion, you do it for clout 
finish my makeup, who wanna make out?

tatted up skin, new piercing
all bets are off if you fuck with my kin
when i was 19, mix the lean with the gin
then i roll up a blunt just to make my head spin
now that i’m older i’m stackin up sins
if i go to hell imma call that a win
imma keep doing this until i see the end
yeah that’s all that i got, shoutout Hatchet, my twin

MAKEUP (Chappell Roan)

Be Mad

War it doesn’t change but the weapons and tactics they don’t stay the same 
Blood stains on every objective obtained like a paint another coat with the change of the reign  
A pass time of humans that’s really fucking insane 
Fake em up high then you go down low but the fits to tight so you move to slow
So you go to the right but you already know your in a mine field and that shit explodes 
So you Better step light cause you like your toes but you still gotta fight so you lock and load 
Traveled an ocean so far from home just to die in a field feeling all alone 

Its been said before that war is good for nothing but here we are with the war drums pumping 
Humankind just may never learn to take by force is still absurd 
on and on it just never ends if you couldn’t profit on it we could make amends
but rich old men are pitching tents horny for violence they call it defense 

I can feel the fire burning in my veins 
Echoes of the fallen screaming through the rain
Shattered hearts and ashes nothing feels the same 
We’re lost in the wreckage drowning in the pain

in the end all empires die corruption builds as they fly to high 
sun melts the wings try as they might its not the time to go picking fights and telling lies and closing eyes makes it easier to tell you who to despise 
but it takes a moment to realize that real lies hate real eyes so tell me where is it this alleged freedom lies and be precise that freedom that soldiers are willing give their life’s that sacrifice is it really freedom or just another propaganda device 
but I guess acting in defense in a sense is innocent but the end of war is heaven sent 
probably a mistake to idealize glorify violence romanticize that taking life is anything other than fading light in an already to dark world 
nuclear exchanges because you know the saying goes war it never changes

Let em know

Donell Clover