Sneaker Mouth feat. MC Daksya

Karma

(Verse 1)
I hit the brakes, but the crash feels planned Caught in a loop, spinning out again My thoughts are a circus, the clowns run free And the tightrope’s breaking right under me
Everything's a gamble; every dice is loaded Can’t tell if I’m winning or just imploding The cards are stacked, the rules don't apply I fold my hand, but I’m staying for the high
(Pre-Chorus)
'Cause the walls are caving, but I built 'em strong Every step forward feels two steps wrong You say, "Relax, you’re too uptight" But my mind’s a riot every night
(Chorus)
I'm living on the edge of maybe Burning out, but it feels so hazy Every answer’s just a lie in disguise If I’m going down, let me crash in style
Holding on, but my grip is shaking Wanna care, but my heart's been faking Throw the match, let the sparks run wild If I’m going down, let me crash in style
(Verse 2)
You say I’m a mess, but it’s just the charm It’s not self-destruction if I mean no harm Dancing on glass, wearing shoes of lead Making bad decisions just to clear my head
Turn the volume up 'til it drowns me out White noise in my chest 'cause I’m filled with doubt I’m a puzzle piece in a box of flames And the picture’s gone, so I play the game
(Pre-Chorus)
The sky’s on fire, but I’m chasing rain Every silver lining comes with chains They say, "Breathe deep, let it all subside" But the pressure’s home, and I’m staying inside
(Chorus)
I'm living on the edge of maybe Burning out, but it feels so hazy Every answer’s just a lie in disguise If I’m going down, let me crash in style
Holding on, but my grip is shaking Wanna care, but my heart's been faking Throw the match, let the sparks run wild If I’m going down, let me crash in style

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BAD GUY

Woke up late, shirt inside out, Spilled my coffee on my only way out. I swear I'm trying, but it’s all downhill, I peak at brunch, then crash by the windowsill.
My coffee's cold, my paycheck's late,
My therapist sighs and says, "Just wait."
My friends are thriving and I’m still stuck
Googling “how to stop feeling like I suck.”

Yeah, I’ve got dreams that scream in lowercase, With duct-tape plans I can’t replace. I’m no hero, not even close. Just a sidekick ghost in yesterday’s clothes.

I bought a gym pass and went one time, Mostly for the smoothies, not the grind. Tried meditating, but my brain won’t quit, It’s like ten tabs open and all of them glitch.
Yeah, I write songs in my dirty room, About all the things I’ll never do. But hey, at least I’m self-aware, That’s gotta count for something, somewhere!

I could lie and say I’ve got a plan, But my future's written in dry-erase pen. I’m not a hero, I’m not that strong. More like a blooper reel dragging along.

And I’d wear a cape, if it came in flannel, And I'd fight crime if I could change the channel. But until then, I’ll sit in this mess, A legend in lowercase, and under duress.

Woke up late, shirt inside out, Guess I’ll try again or maybe not right now.

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