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jack mansion - after hours lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m in my room all alone, i’m just talking to my mind again
headphones on, listening to all the wiser men
i shuffle play some tyler i’m inspired by the mic again
it’s kinda funny how this seems to happen time and time again

you try to have a conversation but i disagree
try to be relatable but i don’t believe
you -ssume that my hobbies are homework and sleep
but i like making songs and tickling the keys

i dress like a flower so i attract the bees
but beware, jack, those bees always sting
i’m stuck in the spell my grades slip to c’s
cuz i’m focused on someone that i’ll never give a ring

i wasted friday nights at a house with my squeeze
i should’ve stuck with my crackas ‘stead of gettin’ chinese
i wanna go home and get out of this disease
i gotta crush your heart to put mine at ease

[bridge]
i wrote this to vent cuz everyone i talk to is biased
i think i’d rather sit and think in silence
i wrote this to vent because everybody chose their own alliance
it’s hard to find guidance in the silence
(yep)
i wrote this to vent cuz everyone i talk to is biased
i think i’d rather sit and think in silence
i wrote this to vent because everybody chose their own alliance
it’s hard to find some guidance in this silence

[verse 2]
people make me mad so i avoid my peers
you vape cuz it’s a fad and then your sluggin’ on some beers
while i’m chokin’ on some rc, i’ve been doing that for years
so while your toasting champagne i’m sippin’ sprite saying cheers

you got your grid laid out, what happens if i interfere?
will you banish me? or damage me for causing public fear?
your system is a robot, i’m the wrench in the gear
i’m so hard to understand up that i stump the engineer

the suits are upset that i cracked the systems code
the dudes are upset cuz i chose my own road
you preach the grid to a crowd and 99 percent’s sold
cracka, i’m the one percent that makes the grid decompose

i can play it all from wacky keys to pretty xylophones
one thing’s for sure i got that musical bone
’boutta make it to the grammys, send a message to the clones
you send streaks in snapchat while i make music on my phone
word up

bennett tree till infinity

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