THIRTY-TWO

[Intro]
Polarboiyeahz young teen wolf, blow his top off

[Verse 1]
Reassure me that I'm different just so I can still remember
-that I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing, I stay dry in stormy weather
Everybody's human but I've never been a regular
And My heart's ice cold but my body's average temperature
I can guess the amount of dead bodies in a register
It's so many blessings, many that I can't even register
Demons toting missile launchers shooting in my mental though
Write like Sylvia Plath, so don't ask me wherе the head'll go

[Hook]
Every night I climb upon thе top yet I wake up at the bottom
I was anxious but now it isnt even a problem
Don't worry about me because I think I'm doing better
I was always doing me, I'm an accidental trend setter
I can't ever close my eyes, it's way too many thoughts racing
Look me in the scleras, you could tell that it's a lot, ain't it?
This is a love letter to the expectations that I've never met
X and O, Suck my dick, with kisses on the neck

[Verse 2]
Polarboiyeahz, aka Mr. 32 Below
Never meant to be a hero, I'm not suicidal but I'm Steve-O
I'm working with the progressions throughout drought n depressions
Living lessons, learning questions, I'm still grateful for the mentions
Ohh, I just hope love is in the sentence cuz my keyboard way got too many X's
O's on my fingertips, I'm out here Skippin texts again
I got angels I think that I should message them
Tried to talk with God but I'm still on delivered
Got an angel on the line, and he hangs up
Cupid wouldn't even answer so I took the quiver
Give'em a piece of my mind, now my brain's out the picture

[Hook]
Every night I climb upon the top yet I wake up at the bottom
I was anxious but now it isnt even a problem
Don't worry about me because I think I'm doing better
I was always doing me, I'm an accidental trend setter
I can't ever close my eyes, it's way too many thoughts racing
Look me in the scleras, you could tell that it's a lot, ain't it?
This is a love letter to the expectations that I've never met
X and O, Suck my dick, with kisses on the neck

[Verse 3]
Dirty soul, my feet as dirty as a tar pit
Bitch, I'm music, my heart littered with guitar picks
If you won't ask about the art then don't bring up a topic
I'm jus tryna get it out the bottom as a real artist
Hunting like I got fifty arms bitch
I'm a paradox, I'm witty but on the beat I go retarded
Former grave digger, get the beat and I Post Part it
How come when I hop on songs they only post my part it's
Obvious
Without me you wouldn't make it, on some conscious shit
I'm not tryna be provacative
I'm just speaking what it is and you act oblivious
I think about this music and my plots on getting rich
Getting rich

[Hook]