Somewhere in the world

[Verse 1: Ben Beal]
Everything vintage
History repeats, what an image
Fit dusty but somehow he never misses
Six g's and a spirit and spliffage
2 pills down the hatch and ill be sleeping with the fishes
New York shit, throwing darts, betting on horses
Looking for something better than your parent’s divorce is
Cleopatra [?]
Fuck around and get the sample sounding cleaner than your forces
Never believed in all the happy ever after
I'm stubborn as a bitch who always changing like an animorph
Destined for this shit I saw my vision in a passing torch
3rd-degree burn I'm blowing up just like the challenger
Sorry I’m distant just a kid who never listened
While my Ritalin was strong they always fixed it with prescription
Now I'm tunnel vision mixing with the people I don't chill with
That think, it's probably just the palace aides are out to kill em

[Chorus: Ben Beal]
How you feeling somewhere in the world chilling
Eyes droopy I work through the blurred vision
I'm my own worst critic and I know it
Where the fuck you think you going, time frozen
How you feeling somewhere in the world stuck
Winter, summer whatever, I'm dying from checking up
If heaven exists you best be letting me up
Cuz its cold down here when you're broke and you're young

[Verse 2: Ben Beal]
Nobody gunna miss you when you dead
What my ex girl said
Just a splash in a puddle, and her red silhouette
Stained glass on the dagger blade
Mashing the hazard pay
Nobody see you just a lurker at the masquerade
Couple dollars and a slice from the czars
30 seconds for the 3-5 never seeing tomorrow
Dreaming of Colorado and skiing through all the sorrow
The city been looking wicked, these girls getting me twisted
Its a sickness that i had, since i was watching boomerangs
Samurai with the jack and coke tatted on my face
Deep cuts only, vinyl flip the [?]
Packing [?] in the cauldron, Only way to calibrate
Drive a staple
Starting to look at porn im 20 going on 60
Circles under my eyes only permanence
In my nifty little world I built my self
And when im gone there gunna miss me

[Chorus: Ben Beal]
How you feeling somewhere in the world chilling
Eyes droopy I work through the blurred vision
I’m my own worst critic and I know it
Where the fuck you think you going, time frozen
How you feeling somewhere in the world stuck
Winter, summer whatever, I’m dying from checking up
If heaven exists you best be letting me up
Cuz its cold down here when you're broke and you’re young