歌词

Drag myself out of the mud
Put my leather jacket on
Tie up my converse and run
Away from all my demons
Fake gold chain, blue-tinted shades
Look good, but hardly okay
I always dig my own grave
Here I go losin' my brain

I'm not pop enough, I'm not rock enough
I'm not alt enough, ain't hip-hop enough
I just write these songs to ease my problems
But how much longer can I keep goin' on?
When I see no outcome, no longer fun
Who have I become? Why am I so numb?
Okay, please shut up and just end this song

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I just gotta chill the fuck out

I just gotta chill the f-

I didn't wanna write this verse
My nerves hurt, and I can't put this shit into words
Driving 'round town with the windows down in my hearse
With a casket full of ashes, from the demons that I burned
I'm only just about a minute in
And I can already feel my skin crawlin'
Sometimes it feels music is the only medicine
But it don't matter 'cause I know nobody's listenin'

This ain't pop enough, this ain't rock enough
This ain't alt enough, ain't hip-hop enough
I just write these songs to ease my problems
But how much longer can I keep goin' on?
When I see no outcome, no longer fun
Who have I become? Why am I so numb?
Okay, please shut up and just end this song

I just gotta chill the fuck out

I just gotta chill the fuck out

Yeah, I just gotta chill the fuck out

Overthink 'til I start to sink
And I overthink 'til I start to sink
And I overthink 'til I start to sink
And I overthink 'til I start to sink
And I overthink 'til I start to sink
And I overthink, and I overthink

And I overthink 'til I start to sink
And I overthink 'til I start to sink
And I overthink 'til I start to sink
And I overthink 'til I start to sink
And I overthink 'til I start to sink
And I overthink 'til I start to sink
And I overthink 'til I start to sink (ah)

I just gotta chill the fuck out

Yeah, I just gotta chill the fuck out

(And kick it back on the couch)

I just gotta chill the fuck out

I'm not pop enough, I'm not rock enough
I'm not alt enough, ain't hip-hop enough
I just write these songs to ease my problems
But how much longer can I keep goin' on?
When I see no outcome, no longer fun
Who have I become? Why am I so numb?
Okay, please shut up and just end this song

Writer(s): Nicolas Amadeus Bitove, Jacob Alexander Bitove

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