prod. @bluewolfsounds
Lyrics:
It's been years since I've been online
And I've met digitally like all the time
And yet people still be in decline
Taking things wrong, and take what is mine
No one understands, should I be alive
Negativity I wanna go offline
Need comfort like the smell of pine
Anything making me feel satisfied

Never really wanna be on my own
But everyone's just got me out the zone
The only real ones around you offer you to smoke
And you try to stay clean they treat you like a joke like
This music game isn't for me I don't fit within my genres
I'm struggling u taking pain away with marijuana
Y'all cope with your pain bitch I never do
But apparently to speak out feelings guess I'm rude
Fuck you
You know It's true (unfortunately)

They always wanna link and they always wanna party
But I'm the guy that hangs in the back of the lobby
Introvert and shy and I'm always saying sorry
My schedule's just been way too sloppy

My mind's a printer and it makes too many copies
It's running out of ink but it doesn't wanna stop me
Too big of a crowd will just make me stop talking
I stay on mute when they all try to call me

I'm lucky that they even stay within my following
I try to keep myself from showing out my sorrowing
Your words don't come out, sitting there swallowing
Staring at the door waiting feeling like it's Halloween

Hope my music friends can always keep staying patient
I still wanna send them songs for collaboration
But I try to perfect what I want, lose motivation
And when others ask for help I know I'm losing concentration

From my own work
Bones hurt from hardly getting out
Feeling like the outdoor life is just going out of bounds
Feel like there's nothing left for me to do within this town
My most reliable venue to play shows just shut down like

My happiness is best when I put on a performance
Hope I can do it more and continue recording
Surprised writing this much didn't get too boring
Lo-fi vox too raw feeling like Gordon Ramsay

It would come in handy
To always have a plan b
But I never think through til it's gone
So I always end up putting all my thoughts within a song
But i'm wondering if expressing myself is the wrong thing to do

When there's always one against me
Friends turn into a frenzy
The way they always tempt me
Once a girl be breaking up she like
Can I give you head please?
I'll never commute to having her within my bedsheets because
If she left him I would wonder if she left me

Within the future
I'm too scared to progress
When I don't know the process
If she's a bitch or she's a goddess
Knowing it could always get out of pocket

No one knows what I've been through
To my closest wish that you could be in my shoes
Hope eventually u stop overreacting
Wasting hours in a day it's too distracting
This world is turning reality to robots
I was born in the wrong generation
It feels too fake..

reality to robots (bluewolf)

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