Sad song... a lot of heart pouring type stuff... loved tha beat.
English rap.
THIS IS MY NEW PAGE!!!!!
I am Oblivion... i am 17 and from tha south of England.
Story behind the song
Loved tha beat....
Lyrics
(hook)
(verse 1)
My life changes/ Nothings tha same//
Since i left tha place i hated, shit is re-arranging//
It makes me feel weak i can't stop tha flood//
Only run to keep up and not drop to mud//
Its a constant test and struggle//
Feels like everyday tha positives half and rest gets doubled//
Up first is heartbreak then up next is trouble//
In too deep, standing to my neck in puddles//
Weighed down by life// Pulled back by tha fear/
Of death. Is this what its supposed to be like?//
Am i gonna live my life in tha cold of tha night?//
A failure? Destined to choke? No hope of respite?//
If this is it, why live? This is shit, so why give//
Existence six hundred percent and fight kids?//
I should just call it a night, shit// But i can't/
Find tha strength to end it, i wish i could slice wrists//
(hook)
(verse 2)
My deepest downs have drowned and beaten down//
Any confidence i've possessed. Can't sleep for sounds//
Of voices at night/ Undermining me// Telling me/
I shouldn't rap 'cos i'm not boistrous-or-fight//
What i seek i've not found/ My mind-at-writing-be//
Full of noises of fright/ Holding knives and fighting me//
My choices not right// I've made decisions that'll/
Cost me years and friendships 'cos i was stupid at time//
If this was music was life/ I came in late//
And i'm pissed i can't punch in and record another take//
And we've all only got so much studio time//
So you stay doing yours, i'll stay doing mine//
But is it enough? We did a song about it//
I've thought so long about it// And i don't have "Belief"/
I feel i'm a shell where no worth lies beneath//
I'm about to roll over and accept defeat//
You tell this to people who know me// Only/
One in ten would know,-see? They don't-see that i'm lonely//
Peeps who just see a white Brit think i'm phoney//
Same kids who hate if you don't have Gucci or Sony//
Its gets-at-me// I know they'll be haters/
But gods sakes it gets at me! Throw rest at me!//
I'm a broken man from birth// Living is sleep/
So wake me up when i'm an open-hand-of-dirt//
hook)
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