22 Somes

[Intro}
(22, 22 Somes, uh)

{Verse 1: Charlie Bett]
Summer mornings, some are vibing, some are mourning
The past couple years pushed me to the floor and
I’m tryna sell some beauty some can cherish like a florist
Sometimes I feel trapped, in this never ending forest
Some are falling, some are flying, some are soaring
Somersaulting to find some silver lining
Shit I be telling them its all fine whеn I'm lying
Sometimes they can tеll but they just keep on smiling
Im too extra, someone noticed when they sum up
The amount of times I doubt myself from sundown all to sunup
Voices in my head I gotta yell to shut up, fuck it
Still some Pits in my stomach but I'm still gon reach that summit
Just on some sativa to feel anesthesia
To not feel shit cause sometimes I'm too defeated
Summoning some reasons to pick up some these pieces
I gotta summarize why I'm feeling like the weakest

[Outro]
(22 Somes in this motherfucker man)
(DWWL)