Paradise.

I dont understand why you always acting sour
I'm just working on my craft sitting back while rolling flour
I be smoking half this spiffy got me faded for an hour
Form my paradise with all these fucking downers

Im a deadbeat bitch with a low paying job
I can't write a catchy song that will bring me to the top
Wish i had an active clique that would always like to talk
Really got no talent just this passion all i got

Passion ain't enough if I wanna be the best
I can't even sing 4 bars without losing all my breath
Panic over nothing I feel beating through my chest
Wake up wanting more I can't ever fucking rest

Pack come from Tampa
I just want my bands up
Am I enough I'm caught waiting for the answer

Always live to pander
Tired of this slander
Evеrytime I log in I always hear they bantеr

Why do they still hate me
Cutting on the daily
Back on my old ways I haven't been myself lately

Why am I so lazy
Missing you insanely x 2

(monologue)

I dont understand why you always acting sour
I'm just working on my craft sitting back while rolling flour
I be smoking half this spiffy got me faded for an hour
Form my paradise with all these fucking downers

Im a deadbeat bitch with a low paying job
I can't write a catchy song that will bring me to the top
Wish i had an active clique that would always like to talk
Really got no talent just this passion all i got