CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Call You Back
(Yeah, it's Noxthyn)
When the bass and the booze breaks that unspoken truce
That becomes the foundation of an uncertain ruse
You can do what you want yet you still make a fuss
When you reel in the rod and it’s at least a c+
I’ll make what you want, I’ll make even more
Soon as I take a break with my date with the floor
I plug in triple A’s to play my triple A’s
I’ll write my treble line, give me a couple of days
Days turn to weeks turn to months turn to none
Then you’re back at the beats but it’s basically done
My hierarchy of wants is about to topple
Do I wanna hear more? Yeah, it’s that awful
They ask me how I’m doing, am I good with the track?
Tell ‘em “Yeah, I’ll be fine, I’ll call you back”
But I can’t
Then you can imagine that heart break too
When your comrades call again straight from the blue
But you’re still standing there tryna find out who
You can blame but all signs point to you
Then maybe try again again like they told you to
You pretend that you can’t, but you know it’s true
That you can
Live ‘till the last
Never knew that meant you could die so fast
Spent a lotta years letting skill rot away
Ignoring all my demons ‘stead of keeping they at bay
Could’ve had the master hand but I’d rather game and watch
And smash but pass the chance to keep in touch
With my hobbies but man that’s scary to see
With the criticism that comes with being free
Come to terms that being bad doesn’t mean you’re trash
Or you eat your bread and watch your whole world crash
And then you add a little circus
Laugh away as you throw yourself under the bus
Play with friends, fade away, next day, admit mistakes
Leave it ‘till the next day, leave it ‘till it’s too late
Then you wanna break your screen, your bones, your will, your phone
They tell you stories about yourself that you don’t even know
And you believe them, you don’t know why they would lie
Yet you have to smile, cause good boys don’t cry
Stews in their room in a tub full of rice
When sky blue skies become the price not the prize
I want it to be over, but it never does the trick
Because clocks don’t tick when your mind grows thick
It’s always the same, I’m still part of the pack
I’m sorry, I should’ve called back
So here I am
When the bass and the booze breaks that unspoken truce
That becomes the foundation of an uncertain ruse
You can do what you want yet you still make a fuss
When you reel in the rod and it’s at least a c+
I’ll make what you want, I’ll make even more
Soon as I take a break with my date with the floor
I plug in triple A’s to play my triple A’s
I’ll write my treble line, give me a couple of days
Days turn to weeks turn to months turn to none
Then you’re back at the beats but it’s basically done
My hierarchy of wants is about to topple
Do I wanna hear more? Yeah, it’s that awful
They ask me how I’m doing, am I good with the track?
Tell ‘em “Yeah, I’ll be fine, I’ll call you back”
But I can’t
Then you can imagine that heart break too
When your comrades call again straight from the blue
But you’re still standing there tryna find out who
You can blame but all signs point to you
Then maybe try again again like they told you to
You pretend that you can’t, but you know it’s true
That you can
Live ‘till the last
Never knew that meant you could die so fast
Spent a lotta years letting skill rot away
Ignoring all my demons ‘stead of keeping they at bay
Could’ve had the master hand but I’d rather game and watch
And smash but pass the chance to keep in touch
With my hobbies but man that’s scary to see
With the criticism that comes with being free
Come to terms that being bad doesn’t mean you’re trash
Or you eat your bread and watch your whole world crash
And then you add a little circus
Laugh away as you throw yourself under the bus
Play with friends, fade away, next day, admit mistakes
Leave it ‘till the next day, leave it ‘till it’s too late
Then you wanna break your screen, your bones, your will, your phone
They tell you stories about yourself that you don’t even know
And you believe them, you don’t know why they would lie
Yet you have to smile, cause good boys don’t cry
Stews in their room in a tub full of rice
When sky blue skies become the price not the prize
I want it to be over, but it never does the trick
Because clocks don’t tick when your mind grows thick
It’s always the same, I’m still part of the pack
I’m sorry, I should’ve called back
So here I am
