I promise I'm not doing bad.

prod. Carson Gutierrez

Back in the Rotation

Blue Jays

I'm sick of the small talk.

prod. Carson Gutierrez

Small Talk

I'm going in circles.
prod. Carson Gutierrez

Lyrics:
(Mmm, yeah, mmm, yeah) 
I’m going in circles, I’m going in circles
I’m going in circles

Lately the clock hands are movin faster
Whether playing games with Satan or prayin up with the pastor
My stomach aches cause day to day I’m grazing off the pasture 
So soon I’ll be spooning Truvia to flavor my daily castor
(*cough cough*)
Cause I feel sick 
And I’d fight you all for Tylenol real quick 
And on some real shit
I’ve been smokin hard
Cause I’m the dope who would choke with his no regard
So I hope I’m smart enough to be a paratrooper 
Stuff my two feet on the ground like a pair of rulers
I’m a careless viewer, down to daze off
Cause I’ve been going round on my days off like Ferris Bueller 
I know that Garrett’s cooler
He’s got his life together
While I’m just restin on this zephyr
I feel like a feather 
But I’ve seen better weather
My tether’s crumbling
It’s never getting better long as I’m tumbling 

I’m going in circles, I’m going in circles
I’m going in circles, I’m going in circles
I’m going in circles, I’m going in circles
I’m going in circles, I’m going in circles

Lately the clock hands are movin faster
When it comes to running from your duties I’m the proven master
All fun and games with none the blame will soon brew true disaster
I’m errant, scared, so where’s my parents? I’m the losing bastard
And I’m tired as shit
And I’m tired of it
And caffeine and broken dreams
Got me wired til six 
And I’m sleeping in til three
I don’t aspire for shit
And I’m listening through the doors
Wishing my fire were lit
And so I fire my wick
And I’m going in circles
The clock hands going round
The night sky’s going purple 
Gotta wash out my mouth
Brush up and quickly gurgle 
I’m drinking so much tea
I wish it were strictly herbal 
But I’m drinking it jet black
And sinking my head back 
And thinkin if I blink maybe
I’ll get a step back
And when I were asked
I’d have stepped up and said that
I’d love to go but first 
I need a sec to catch my breath back

Going in circles, I’m going in circles
I’m going in circles, I’m going in circles
I’m going in circles, I’m going in circles
I’m going in circles, I’m going in circles

Lately the clock hands are movin faster
Whether playing games with Satan or prayin up with the pastor
My stomach aches cause day to day I’m grazing off the pasture 
So soon I’ll be spooning Truvia to flavor my daily castor
Lately the clock hands are movin faster
When it comes to running from your duties I’m the proven master
All fun and games with none the blame will soon brew true disaster
I’m errant, scared, so where’s my parents? I’m the losing bastard

Lately the clock hands are movin faster
The clock hands are movin faster
The clock hands are movin faster
Lately, lately, 
Lately I’ve been grazing off the pasture
I’ve been grazing off the pasture
Lately I’ve been grazing off the pasture
The clock hands are movin faster 

(Mmm, yeah, mmm, yeah) 
I’m going in circles, I’m going in circles
I’m going in circles

Ferris

Eevee

s/o tiny wings for the blessed instrumental.

originals coming soon...?

keep flying

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