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calenraps - live for lyrics

[verse 1]
it’s pandemonium when he walk outside
lost his job, he said he misses getting off round five
you can’t appreciate your life, until you’ve almost died
his momma said that, you know moms don’t lie
now no matter how many drugs that he takes, he’s always almost high
and he stopped counting the days, just waiting til they all go by
and his eyes dry, ’cause his father said the strong don’t cry
but it’s getting hard to hold it all inside
that’s when i told him, i’ll show up to where it’s my kinda vibe
but i can’t enjoy the place, ’cause my anxiety on the rise
like the unemployment rate, ain’t find no one to coordinate
don’t worry you’ll be more than straight
the times you can’t afford to waste, you find a way to formulate
your most important plans, that make you feel your most fortunate
and you ain’t really got a choice, you can’t avoid your fate
symphonies of empathy were meant for me to orchestrate
my soul inside the inc, what more can i incorporate?

[chorus]
i been staying indoors
staring out the window
picking up the phone
to let my family and friends know
that i still love ’em and they everything i live for
you never know when it ends tho
i been staying indoors
staring out the window
picking up my phone
to tell a b+tch that i pretend for
that i still love her but she treat it like an insult
you never know when it ends tho
[verse 2]
bought a 1988 corolla in 2014
and lived a life that’s the opposite of living your dreams
i’d feel pitiful when i couldn’t get particular things
that envy had me turning piccolo green
is still remember signing into my twitter and talking sh+t thru a screen
just me and whatever company my misery brings
put all the holes in my heart and the rips in my jeans
til i started accepting change, now i’m a vending machine
cause i’mma make sure that you eating, if you come around me
if we can’t sell it here, we’ll flip it another county dawg
and i don’t f+ck with who ain’t f+ck with me, when stuff was lousy
so stay the f+ck up off my line with all that “what about me dawg?”
on my dolo solo han sh+t, grinding til my moms rich
used to hit the p+wn shop, now i feel accomplished
all behind these bars, did it like a convict
high til my mind drift, tryna clear my conscience

- calenraps lyrics

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