Fickle

(Chorus)

Blastin packs from my past
Tryna remember old facts
Lay down feet in the grass and
Tell myself It's gon' pass

(Verse)

But it never fucking passes
So its eating my brain
All this empty fucking progress
Gonna drive me insane
If I can't afford to eat
How can I stay in this state
Can't get a fucking job
So how can I stay in my lane

Wifi overloaded Gon make me await
I'm staying up for two days at a time
When will I catch that break
I gotta branch out my consciousness
Do what I hate
Cos I won't be making it nowhere
With all this obnoxious self-hate

(Verse #1) - [Jimmy Wilde]

All I make is mid
All I make is mid
No it don’t make sense
I can’t count my bands
Cuz I got no bands
Shopping second hand
Used to be the man
Till I landed
A sponsor deal with Ativan
My heart is in your hands again
Don’t drop it or I’ll have to mend
It back together super glue
My hat to my head
My battery's dead
I’d rather be led
To bad Decisions by my own volition
Got no ambition
So who am I to write a written?

(Pre-Chorus) - [Jimmy Wilde]
Why the fuck you showed up?
You ain’t invited man
Took you so damn long to act right again
Here we are, octagon, about to fight again
Oh oh oh oh
Go fuck yourself

(Chorus)

Blastin packs from my past
Tryna remember old facts
Lay down feet in the grass and
Tell myself It's gon' pass

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