Maybe it's my wiring
But every time I try to sing
It just don't feel like how it used to
When we had hope it would improve soon
Maybe it's my wiring
But every time I try to sing
It just don't feel like how it used to
When we had hope it would improve soon

Man I miss those days
naïve age on that five feet stage
Now this shit so played
Took the road less travelled with no side street paved
That's a catch22
You might catch22
like what happened to you
I've been trapped in a room with a ration of food tryna capture the mood
It's so hard to be optimistic
voices in my head wanna stop and visit
I dunno if I should tell them to leave or put an coffee and offer biscuits
Yea this world is often viscous
Sometimes fans ain't copping tickets
So I gotta get high just to wash the dishes
Life is a slideshow of awkward visits

Maybe it's my wiring
But every time I try to sing
It just don't feel like how it used to
When we had hope it would improve soon
Maybe it's my wiring
But every time I try to sing
It just don't feel like how it used to
When we had hope it would improve soon

Time's been slowing but the days go faster
I've been getting way way way too plastered
I've been getting way way way too saturated and I hate it because the frames too fractured
Can I pass your test?
Will the laughter get so damn loud I'll stress when I capture
All the things I'll miss
All the strings get stretched
All the wings get clipped, for the downfall
Switch it up damn my egos gone
In the middle of my 20's it could bring no harm
And I think about the times I would see no arms
Stretching out like now when I ain't sleep so warm
Won't dap who didn't help and didn't see this far
I wrote raps when I was 12 I didn't read no poems
So I'm hitting on a 12 and when the 9 don't come
I push my chips across the felt and find a ride back home

Don't know what to say now
My mental make up need instrumental break downs
Shooting hoops for the love at the playground
Overshadowed by the pressure of the game now
So if you see me and it seem like I'm so stressed
It's because I thought by now that we would make it out of most debts
Thought we'd be victorious but kind of like the toe stretched KD on the line no cigar poor nets
Yelling in my sleep it almost feel just like a war vet
Passed too many bridges to be mellow round these hornets
Missing how it felt to still believe inside the process
Like if we put the work in then we the ones to blow next
Truly jaded from experience
With a dash of delirium
New music I ain't hearing it
Just old shit remind me of the days when I was spirited