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chane of musik - song 4 lyrics

[verse 1: zealtherealdeal]
why do i feel like i’m losing faith? doors that are closing in limital space
people act fake till we see face to face. am i losing that bad like a living disgrace?
wasting my time on too many takes i’m raising the pot and i’m feeling the stakes
don’t wanna waste, or misplace myself. choosing the race and it rates itself
i’m done with believin i’m sick of conceiving, changing the rhythm don’t ask if i’m leavin
cry out to my heros don’t think that they’re seeing. the hell am i even achieving?
setting high goals, and i can’t even see the results till i rеach full completion
start the deplеtion, but i’m not gonna stop till i reach to the top
and i feel i’ve met my accretion

[chorus: zr03e]
i wish i gave a crap, i wish i could rap, but no one even cares
can’t see what i need to be, how will i achieve my destiny
i hear it’s all for show. my questions get more closed
but if we’re low, let’s get low! too zeee+ roooo

[verse 2: zealtherealdeal]
got alot on my plate, every door i ever open slamming in my face
everybody fake, always want something, always wanna take
never wanna handshake, always been a snake
imma reach to the top, in my own way
staying in my own lane, own lane only
yea they say it gets lonely, but it still better than dealing
with someone who’s phony
been a minute since i felt like this, floating in liminal space like a waste
any time any place, any month any date, all the risk that i take
always turn to disgrace “ugh”
i don’t really wanna stay like this forever, get it together whenever
i’m feeling better, which might be never, so i’m just doing whatever
[chorus: zr03e]
i wish i gave a crap, i wish i could rap, but no one even cares
can’t see what i need to be, how will i achieve my destiny
i hear it’s all for show. my questions get more closed
but if we’re low, let’s get low! too zeee+ roooo

[bridge: zealtherealdeal]
down fall, i’m just wasting time, stayed up all night
staring at walls, is this my fault?
you left me lone, by hanging up the phone
this won’t end well even tho
i thought i had it
all figured out
guess i’m running out of my luck
don’t think there’s anything left

- chane of musik lyrics

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