Lyrics ​​the moon hates clouds & they fight sometimes by Softheart

Oh oh oh
Ah sh*t, ay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m caught in my room pacing
Each side of my room, pace ‘round
Expecting new sundowns
Empty like the moon hates clouds
I don’t let my head hang down
I don’t have my noose, hang out
And I’m bout to cleanse this house
Running my way through this ounce

So
Ogs, all I see is enemies
Saw a spiral like a fragment going deep, yeah
I grow, it’s like them branches on a tree
These greater fruits of labor never tasted that sweet, ay
All I do is copy paste till the motherf**kin’ sh*t got me wondering what the f**k is evеn me, ay
Stomach rumble like I’m pa**ing by thе T
These feelings I don’t feel so I’mma sleep, ay
These feelings I don’t even wanna keep
These feelings make me question if I’m weak
Can’t admit it, now I’m chattering my teeth
Tired of sowing man, this soul is what I reap
Can’t smell it but I know it probably reeks
I ain’t got it but I know it’s in my reach
I ain’t seen my f**king brothers in some weeks
But I know they’ll still be there when I come home

And I’m good
(ay, woah)

Each side of my room, pace ‘round
Expecting new sundowns
Empty like the moon hates clouds
I don’t let my head hang down
I don’t have my noose, hang out
And I’m bout to cleanse this house
Running my way through this ounce
(Yeah)
In the city where you worked till you deceased
In this country even dying isn’t free
And a death bed for your body isn’t cheap
Now the funeral debt going to your family
It’s a cold, cold world but I'm ducking from the heat
Ignorance is peace, it’s a cold reality
And all you see is tents when you’re driving down the street
But nobody in this b*t*h gon’ camping for retreats

Each side of my room, pace ‘round
Expecting new sundowns
Empty like the moon hates clouds
I don’t let my head hang down
I don’t have my noose, hang out
And I’m bout to cleanse this house
Running my way through this ounce
So ogs