dre benn - confessional lyrics
[verse 1]
this one confessional
i ain’t feeling like writing
i’m just trying to get by
i’d just rather get high
i just want to make some music with the strength to survive
when we die where do souls that forget how to fly go?
do they align with them high notes
that come from choirs and the climax of lovers
who’ve been honest about the fact
their hearts belong to each other
or maybe they disguise themselves in quiet little flutters
of the leavеs as they fall
towards the end of thе summer
perhaps they pitter+patter with the rain in the gutter
can i sublimate uncertainty and doubt
to expression of the fact + everything in this life is a wonder
we assign blame and worth
we rejoice and we curse
we fly across the planet
and we’ll sleep in the earth
we laugh, and we panic
we’re calm, then we’re manic
yet, despite this fickle nature
every day that been passing by is filled
with little moments that could lift our souls up
our proclivity for searching for them as we grow up
tend to lessen independent of perspective
holed up in the trenches of depression
everyday get rolled up into a rizla
only thing that making people sit up –
weed, s+x, attention
cash, steady mentions
take a deep breath, no reason for stressing
get caught up in that nonsense it just make you go numb, don’t it
i ain’t no one trick pony
i gave y’all a jazz album
i’ll have more in the morning
(f+ck it, that’s it)
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