CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The Sad Summer Pt. 1
Speaking by way that things go
Or more-so, speaking by way that things (have) gone
It's prolly bout time I pick myself up
I'm havin' no luck
This time around
I feel it's appropriate to say I f**ked up
I let my mind wander through the muck and the dregs
Ambivalent sentiments shroud around my sentience while my legs dry in sediment;
Duck when I see love coming
Now the whole world is mystery
Indecisive all the time
Know all the things that I won't do
Know all the things that I want to
I fear I'll lose hope soon
Mag you were so cool
Orlando's Hopeful
At least O_Super's still hopeful
Chillin in the garden eatin tofu
But love is the sound of the Earth
Love... (Just wanna love myself)
It's a fickle thing I feel (Just wanna love myself)
It's not real to me (Just wanna love myself)
Run (Just wanna love myself)
While you still can see (Just wanna love myself)
All the beauty (Just wanna love myself)
In everything (Just wanna love myself)
Run while you still can see
All the beauty in everything
A few strange mood shifts
From driving off that toll road
Runnin through a fashion square with no clothes
My rhymes provide no quotes
Now matter how many project files I archive, and opportunities I land, I'm still lost like no boats
I wanna move to Thailand after watching No Reservations
It's getting hard to feel again
I'm running out of patience
But lately I'm not anxious, there's no influence or anguish
Collecting books on Japanese
I'll never learn that language
I miss John Farley
And I miss playing KOF
I miss my best friends, shoulda' never left
Post 2010 is a fall from heaven
And the worst is there's no reason for a bleak depression
Yet I feel so lonely
And I know I'm not supposed to say that
I'm supposed to lay back
And take flack from everyone and everything
We're all wearin' fancy jeans
And brand name face masks
And I could count on Goro arms
Some people who wear fake glasses
And spend money they don't have
To attend some f**kin' fake classes
Hang with f**kin' fake friends
And pretend that they're happy
That's not the life I wanna live
Let's start over from Summer of 06'
Yeah
Heh
Think that's enough
Or more-so, speaking by way that things (have) gone
It's prolly bout time I pick myself up
I'm havin' no luck
This time around
I feel it's appropriate to say I f**ked up
I let my mind wander through the muck and the dregs
Ambivalent sentiments shroud around my sentience while my legs dry in sediment;
Duck when I see love coming
Now the whole world is mystery
Indecisive all the time
Know all the things that I won't do
Know all the things that I want to
I fear I'll lose hope soon
Mag you were so cool
Orlando's Hopeful
At least O_Super's still hopeful
Chillin in the garden eatin tofu
But love is the sound of the Earth
Love... (Just wanna love myself)
It's a fickle thing I feel (Just wanna love myself)
It's not real to me (Just wanna love myself)
Run (Just wanna love myself)
While you still can see (Just wanna love myself)
All the beauty (Just wanna love myself)
In everything (Just wanna love myself)
Run while you still can see
All the beauty in everything
A few strange mood shifts
From driving off that toll road
Runnin through a fashion square with no clothes
My rhymes provide no quotes
Now matter how many project files I archive, and opportunities I land, I'm still lost like no boats
I wanna move to Thailand after watching No Reservations
It's getting hard to feel again
I'm running out of patience
But lately I'm not anxious, there's no influence or anguish
Collecting books on Japanese
I'll never learn that language
I miss John Farley
And I miss playing KOF
I miss my best friends, shoulda' never left
Post 2010 is a fall from heaven
And the worst is there's no reason for a bleak depression
Yet I feel so lonely
And I know I'm not supposed to say that
I'm supposed to lay back
And take flack from everyone and everything
We're all wearin' fancy jeans
And brand name face masks
And I could count on Goro arms
Some people who wear fake glasses
And spend money they don't have
To attend some f**kin' fake classes
Hang with f**kin' fake friends
And pretend that they're happy
That's not the life I wanna live
Let's start over from Summer of 06'
Yeah
Heh
Think that's enough
