CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Rain
The rain more peaceful than the sun
The older I get, the more I forget to have fun
Friends, missing only 'cause the distance
And the different decisions in job choices we was picking, uh
I barely be outside where that sun lit
Couped in my room where them thoughts is abundant
But the same time, I'm at peace, I'm happy
When I'm all alone watching vids, playing trap beats
Or hunched over on the bench after late
Bread bulging out my pocket, no ducks at the lake, huh
Pushing all the happiness away
I'm only happy when it's fake, scribbles smiles on the slate, huh
Head hanging, only focused on the sneakers
I ain't with the, "How ya' doing"s, or the f*cking, "Nice to meet ya'"s
Yo', believe it or not, I ain't social a lot
Annoyed by the presence of niggas that arrive at the spot, uh
And don't ask me if I'm okay
I'll tell you, "Yeah, I'm straight"
Yeah
Uh
I post up on my socials for attention
Then turn around, get annoyed when these niggas in my mentions
Asking me, "What happened? Are you okay?"
Am I okay? Pss! Look...
Is you asking 'cause you care or only asking out of habit?
I'm sorry, it's so rapid how my mood change drastic
Look, it's unintentional, emotions in a bottle, I keep it
12-pack in the freezer, hard steel like the bleachers
Minds scrambled like them cloths in the bin
And I fold them every now and again, then they multiply 10
And I fall harder than ever, deep in the rut with a sweater
I give it an effort to move, every method I lose
No intentions of making it past 30
I apologize to any fans and family that I'm hurting
But I'm hurting, too, mind going circle, few donuts
Depression got them weapons, and they really do go nuts
Draining all my happiness, I conjure up patronus
The way they tag a nigga, you would think they'd get a bonus, but-
(The way they tag a nigga, you would think they'd get a bonus)
But-
The older I get, the more I forget to have fun
Friends, missing only 'cause the distance
And the different decisions in job choices we was picking, uh
I barely be outside where that sun lit
Couped in my room where them thoughts is abundant
But the same time, I'm at peace, I'm happy
When I'm all alone watching vids, playing trap beats
Or hunched over on the bench after late
Bread bulging out my pocket, no ducks at the lake, huh
Pushing all the happiness away
I'm only happy when it's fake, scribbles smiles on the slate, huh
Head hanging, only focused on the sneakers
I ain't with the, "How ya' doing"s, or the f*cking, "Nice to meet ya'"s
Yo', believe it or not, I ain't social a lot
Annoyed by the presence of niggas that arrive at the spot, uh
And don't ask me if I'm okay
I'll tell you, "Yeah, I'm straight"
Yeah
Uh
I post up on my socials for attention
Then turn around, get annoyed when these niggas in my mentions
Asking me, "What happened? Are you okay?"
Am I okay? Pss! Look...
Is you asking 'cause you care or only asking out of habit?
I'm sorry, it's so rapid how my mood change drastic
Look, it's unintentional, emotions in a bottle, I keep it
12-pack in the freezer, hard steel like the bleachers
Minds scrambled like them cloths in the bin
And I fold them every now and again, then they multiply 10
And I fall harder than ever, deep in the rut with a sweater
I give it an effort to move, every method I lose
No intentions of making it past 30
I apologize to any fans and family that I'm hurting
But I'm hurting, too, mind going circle, few donuts
Depression got them weapons, and they really do go nuts
Draining all my happiness, I conjure up patronus
The way they tag a nigga, you would think they'd get a bonus, but-
(The way they tag a nigga, you would think they'd get a bonus)
But-
