CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : UNFORTUNATE
f**ked up, think that I'm on the last straw
Drunk texts I'll regret after last call
I need some space, wishing that I could blast off
'Cause nowadays any buzz doesn't last long
I'm down for the count, always counted me out
Wishing that I could bounce right back but the amount of hate
It made me drown, I'm in need of a drought
While they were chasing clout, my head was in the clouds
Tryna find some f**king piece of mind in this sh*tty paradigm
With an over-flawed basic design, and it's really no surprise
That I thought when I was rich maybe I'd be my happiest
I made a quarter-million, and I couldn't buy happiness
I used to think that life was out to get me
I hated everything over and over again
Thought the world wanted to forget me
I couldn't count up all of the time that I'd spend
Feeling sorry and playing the victim
Wasting every day to wallow around in my dread
But I guess it can get addictive
(In a series of unfortunate events)
Maybe I was someone that was sh*tty in a former life
And karma came around, full circle, I was mortified
I ain't an alcoholic, maybe that sh*t could be borderline
But I don't need a therapist to tell me that there's more to life
I just need somebody that can give a little comfort
Say that I'm so f**kin' bright when they're with me they're getting sunburnt
Not somebody out the woodwork when I put in all the lumber
And this sh*t is working out and my career is getting buffer (f**k that!)
People switching up and shedding they snake skin (f**k that!)
You fix the puzzle, and you'll see the world shapeshift (f**k that!)
And they come crawling back when they see the facelift
I'm better off without 'em, and it's time that they face it, ugh
Drunk texts I'll regret after last call
I need some space, wishing that I could blast off
'Cause nowadays any buzz doesn't last long
I'm down for the count, always counted me out
Wishing that I could bounce right back but the amount of hate
It made me drown, I'm in need of a drought
While they were chasing clout, my head was in the clouds
Tryna find some f**king piece of mind in this sh*tty paradigm
With an over-flawed basic design, and it's really no surprise
That I thought when I was rich maybe I'd be my happiest
I made a quarter-million, and I couldn't buy happiness
I used to think that life was out to get me
I hated everything over and over again
Thought the world wanted to forget me
I couldn't count up all of the time that I'd spend
Feeling sorry and playing the victim
Wasting every day to wallow around in my dread
But I guess it can get addictive
(In a series of unfortunate events)
Maybe I was someone that was sh*tty in a former life
And karma came around, full circle, I was mortified
I ain't an alcoholic, maybe that sh*t could be borderline
But I don't need a therapist to tell me that there's more to life
I just need somebody that can give a little comfort
Say that I'm so f**kin' bright when they're with me they're getting sunburnt
Not somebody out the woodwork when I put in all the lumber
And this sh*t is working out and my career is getting buffer (f**k that!)
People switching up and shedding they snake skin (f**k that!)
You fix the puzzle, and you'll see the world shapeshift (f**k that!)
And they come crawling back when they see the facelift
I'm better off without 'em, and it's time that they face it, ugh
