Unremarkable/SIN, Pt. 2
C.Kaleb
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I see you cry
And you cried again and cried again oh no
I've seen you die
Never again will I let them close
They
They'll tell you they're there for you
Might pretend to care for you
Don't you believe them
You'll end up bleeding
Remember back when you were in November's snow
Ain't nobody wanna pick up the phone
These niggas don't care about you
And the world said fuck you too
You're unremarkable
Everyone around can see right through
And you try and try and pray that you get through
Praying that something comes to save you
Praying that everything you been through
Had a purpose and you're not worthless
Can't be suicidal
With no suicide
Can't be doing right
Without the motivation
No motivation
No destination
That hesitation fills you inside
Or me inside
Or you inside
Or me inside
Or you inside
Fuck suicide
Might suicide
Fuck suicide
Ooh
Please don't ask me no more questions
I'm just tryna figure out where imma go
In my future truthfully I wouldn't know
Wish I was younger so that I could take it slow
But here we go
I'm
I'm tryna move forward
But I keep on looking back
(Sick in New York)
I'm tryna move forward
But I keep on looking back
(Sick in New York)
I'm tryna move forward
But I keep on looking back
(Sick in New York)
I'm tryna move forward
(SIN part two)
I'm Sick in New York
Sick in New York
I'm sick in New York yeah
I'm sick in New York
Sick in New York
I'm sick in New York yeah
I'm sick in New York
Sick in New York
I'm sick in New York yeah
I'm sick in New York
Sick in New York
I'm sick in New York yeah (Aye, aye, hold up listen)
Let me tell you just a story of a spoiled little bitch
Who had the fucking privilege to go off to college again
And the drugs are his friends
And he's at the finish line
But he asked himself why he be doing this and then he finds
All the weed in the world
And he's buried in sex
It's a hell of a life
But now the bank account is broken
And this guy's so busy stroking
He stays locked in a house
And now he's feeling less and less
It's like he's walking to his death
Because there is no fucking joy
In that lifestyle
Plus now a nigga down in the underground
Escaping from the pressures of the 21st century
Work hard play hard they tried to say it gently
You ain't never gonna be shit in this lifetime
9-5 grind at the office or online
If I ever told you I don't wanna jump I'm lying
I know I've lost my mind but i'll tell you that I'm fine
Cause
I'm trying to move forward
But I keep on looking back
I wonder where I'm at
When rainfall comes down
I'm drowning
Drowning
I'm drowning