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Where could I be?
Where did I go?
When I look up somehow it be the floor
Open the door but it stays closed
Turned off the lights but it still has a glow
I'm confused when I think
Awake when I sleep
Can sleep for two days but be up for a week
I'm living as one but losing my peace
So I'm getting high just to stop all the things that I feel
Trying to be real
Niggas act fishy I don't see they gills
They say that I'm fake 'cuz I walked away
'Cuz I couldn't take everything that they build
Somehow it's my fault
They on when I'm off
I open my mouth but somehow I can't talk
Delusional thoughts keep me at bay
When I say words they don't hear what I say
All I say is that

Life playing games
Games with my mind
Feeling depressed but I tell them I'm fine
Pain in my chest but they stabbing my spine
Racing the clocks for I run out of time
Feeling trapped in illusions I lose
Feeling trapped in illusions I lose
Feeling trapped in illusions I lose
Feeling trapped in illusions I lose

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I been standing here looking at the picture but the picture ain' painted
I been looking at the frame of the picture 'cuz it ain' got a canvas
My elephants that's in the room to me looking like a mammoth
So if I gotta zoom zoom to the moon I'm a planet
I've been stranded
I've been damaged
But I've managed a lot
Replenished
Organic
I planted the crops
Now the pen is
Pretending to play as the mop
And the sentence is cleaning the feelings I got
Trying to clear out this maze
The ways been blocked
Been trapped in this maze stuck for days
If you taking away all the pain I got
Then how long you think it's gone take
As I talk to the man in the mirror
I'm hoping the vision gets clearer for me
'Cuz this pace been moving slower than syrup
Growing like molasses stuck on a tree
Yes indeed boy my

Life playing games
Games with my mind
Feeling depressed but I tell them I'm fine
Pain in my chest but they stabbing my spine
Racing the clocks for I run out of time
Feeling trapped in illusions I lose
Feeling trapped in illusions I lose
Feeling trapped in illusions I lose
Feeling trapped in illusions I lose

Writer(s): D'angelo Reed

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