"Carelessly Care."
"Carelessly Care."
It feels like / Life is going really fast
And every day / Is just a repeat of the past
It's like a game I play / I know I won't last
And on the 8th bar / This shit'll be in the trash
I get up too late / Just to wake & bake
Crawling on the floor / Look for a bowl of shake
Sometimes I'm pathetic / Yeah, I said it
I have no cash / And my soul is on credit
I used to shower every day
Now I'm too lazy to get my head shaved
Sometimes I don't give a fuck about a good impression
I got my hands full / And I'm trippin' on the head-stressin'
Sometimes to stay sane / I just need a fucking session
You better listen good / 'Cuz this is a fuckin' lesson
It feels like / I'm just waiting for something
But then again / Maybe I'm just skull-thumpin'
Either way / I'll be going through the movements
The actions happen / But my mind is fucking truant
It's like / I can't see beyond the sky
All I need / Is a couple wings to fly
If God is there / I'll ask him just how high
His Ganja Gift / Will put me above my mind
I don't care / How much I have to face
As long as I / Get a chance to earn my place
And just because / I'm not drug-free
Doesn't give you the right / To put judgements on me
I may smoke weed / But my soul still bleeds
And we look at the world / Both a little differently
And now I know / Why we shouldn't fucking care
About what we loved / I just put it in the air
It's all the same / Just a game of die-or-dare
And in the end / My soul is in repair
And I don't know what to say
But you're still on my mind each & every day
I can't seem to break this pain
And I tried making you think I'm sane
And it's true / I'm in a cycle still
And to you / It doesn't matter how I feel
I can't get away / Thoughts of you today
And in my dreams / I can see your face
I know one day / You'll have to be replaced
That's what makes me pissed / That I won't have my place
By your side / To hold your hand
And that's what / I want you to understand
But that's okay / We've already made our stand
And it doesn't help / That we live in different lands
But I really can't / See you with another man
But all along you were right
We can't stay real tight
'Cuz I'm so far on the other side
But I don't want you in my sight
Because I know next time we meet
I'll see you with him, driving on the street
And if it ever comes again
A chance to be with my California friends
I don't want to know if you have a new friend
Or if you've had a dozen new trends
You were a hard one to fucking lose
And you were too good to be really true
No one before was anything quite like you
And it feels like a chance I really blew
And I don't know what to do
How am I writing about you?
I started off with a few sins
And now you're in my scrawls, at the very end
And even though we're still kinda friends
I can't help but hate and wish for you again
Is this how my thinking progresses? See for yourself. I'm a bundle of contradictions, a swept up pile of dusty baggage, and I'm not sprung nor have I coped with anything. Die Eier Von Satan. There is no such thing as a useful idiot. The mantra coincides with the Cesaro summability, but you cannot analyze a hooker with a penis with the Third Eye. The chemical mind is a depthless scene with eon blue sacrifices made to benefit the negative or positive ion. Forty-six & 2. There is always sacrifice. There is always pain. There is never right or wrong.
There is just You.
It feels like / Life is going really fast
And every day / Is just a repeat of the past
It's like a game I play / I know I won't last
And on the 8th bar / This shit'll be in the trash
I get up too late / Just to wake & bake
Crawling on the floor / Look for a bowl of shake
Sometimes I'm pathetic / Yeah, I said it
I have no cash / And my soul is on credit
I used to shower every day
Now I'm too lazy to get my head shaved
Sometimes I don't give a fuck about a good impression
I got my hands full / And I'm trippin' on the head-stressin'
Sometimes to stay sane / I just need a fucking session
You better listen good / 'Cuz this is a fuckin' lesson
It feels like / I'm just waiting for something
But then again / Maybe I'm just skull-thumpin'
Either way / I'll be going through the movements
The actions happen / But my mind is fucking truant
It's like / I can't see beyond the sky
All I need / Is a couple wings to fly
If God is there / I'll ask him just how high
His Ganja Gift / Will put me above my mind
I don't care / How much I have to face
As long as I / Get a chance to earn my place
And just because / I'm not drug-free
Doesn't give you the right / To put judgements on me
I may smoke weed / But my soul still bleeds
And we look at the world / Both a little differently
And now I know / Why we shouldn't fucking care
About what we loved / I just put it in the air
It's all the same / Just a game of die-or-dare
And in the end / My soul is in repair
And I don't know what to say
But you're still on my mind each & every day
I can't seem to break this pain
And I tried making you think I'm sane
And it's true / I'm in a cycle still
And to you / It doesn't matter how I feel
I can't get away / Thoughts of you today
And in my dreams / I can see your face
I know one day / You'll have to be replaced
That's what makes me pissed / That I won't have my place
By your side / To hold your hand
And that's what / I want you to understand
But that's okay / We've already made our stand
And it doesn't help / That we live in different lands
But I really can't / See you with another man
But all along you were right
We can't stay real tight
'Cuz I'm so far on the other side
But I don't want you in my sight
Because I know next time we meet
I'll see you with him, driving on the street
And if it ever comes again
A chance to be with my California friends
I don't want to know if you have a new friend
Or if you've had a dozen new trends
You were a hard one to fucking lose
And you were too good to be really true
No one before was anything quite like you
And it feels like a chance I really blew
And I don't know what to do
How am I writing about you?
I started off with a few sins
And now you're in my scrawls, at the very end
And even though we're still kinda friends
I can't help but hate and wish for you again
Is this how my thinking progresses? See for yourself. I'm a bundle of contradictions, a swept up pile of dusty baggage, and I'm not sprung nor have I coped with anything. Die Eier Von Satan. There is no such thing as a useful idiot. The mantra coincides with the Cesaro summability, but you cannot analyze a hooker with a penis with the Third Eye. The chemical mind is a depthless scene with eon blue sacrifices made to benefit the negative or positive ion. Forty-six & 2. There is always sacrifice. There is always pain. There is never right or wrong.
There is just You.