Succumb

[Verse 1]
All I wanna do is listen to my old man records
And get lost in the process of releaving the pressure
But I get exhausted when there's not much to accomplish
Downtime is just a test of my endurance
At a ocassion I give it all that I have and more (and more)
And I still haven't decided what to ask for (ask for)
I believe that it will take more than a wish upon a star
'Cause the dreams only started after they were torn apart
Fishing with wrong motives, but now I know they'rе genuine
I have lеss to give than I did by creativity blooms
I'm a little lonely, and a little bit bashful
But it all goes away when I hear the record player crackle

[Verse 2]
I was told once that I'm supposed to speak to the masses
But I refuse to do so in a dishonest fashion
I'll go about my sampling despite (?)
And I'ma distribute my music to the right heads
This is more than just an object
I'm addicted to the process
The fall that I took to get here is what most people do not get
Tell me - where else should my affection go?
I lay the needle down gently on top of the record, so I could let you know
But all I really wanna do is listen
I'm definetly not seeking the masses submission
You're a little bit lonely and a little bit bashful
All I ask is that you give into the sample