[Dank] (Hear me) Day turnin' to night, night turnin' to noon Tired, but restless..maybe I'll drift off soon Not much room left, bein' consumed by all the foolish choices I'll never get a chance to undo .. Another day, another “How are you?” I always say I'm good, but don’t mean it Ask me, “What’s wrong?” and Ima give ya the same treatment I’ll keep retreatin’ until I've completely convinced myself that I have some sorta reason to find more meanin' in life, something worth believin' Nowadays I don't even get relief from all the screamin' .. I don't even want it all, I just wanna break even.. .. A near impossible task, one that requires perfection to per-fect it That's why I wear the mask So nobody can see past my skin It cuts too narrow, I keep the marrow on the outside to protect what appears thin .. I know the process of improvement requires desire, but when you get burned, you'll understand why I’m afraid to burn brighter .. This place is my only space where I can pretend to be a writer .. Maybe another lost soul will hear this song and become inspired .. These words are just false pretenses of a gift I'll never aquire .. I may not always speak the truth, but I’ll never be known as a liar .. [Verse, Dank] Just tryna create somethin' you can relate to, even though it’s viewed from an entirely different point-of-view It's all comin' from the same places If you’re picking up what I’m puttin’ down, you're in my good graces If you’re not, I’ll pick it back up and do what it takes to make it more brief for the sake of cases .. It’s not easy to explain this, I've tried a few dozen times and only got back confused faces .. If I tone it down, somehow, the real me is the one that becomes faceless .. I can't use my bullshit to fertilize waste-lands [Seventh] see ive always put one foot in front of the other so why do I feel like im constently movin' backwards [Seventh] all this salty air this warm wind the dimming sun all supposed to bring me peace an i constantly feel like im on the run my heart races so fast why do i always think this breath may be my last this copper taste its so strange. im been thinkin heavy on a remedy to navigate this whole thing differently but I keep finding the same routine same thing every day [Seventh] I try to change you can name the day head spin round and round I know i know the direction still end up right back in the same reflection I hear the noise yeah i know that sound same one i used to try and drown louder and louder sittin' in this silence I just wounder why I can’t outrun Its just that [Seventh] all this salty air this warm wind the dimming sun all supposed to bring me peace an i constantly feel like im on the run my heart races so fast why do i always think this breath may be my last this copper taste its so strange. im been thinkin heavy on a remedy to navigate this whole thing differently but I keep finding the same routine same thing every day
