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kris bowling - another round lyrics

verse 1
i feel so lost in this world
i feel like i will never have a purpose
like, i could search and search
but that i’d never find something to make it worth it
right?
i have never been perfect (pefect)
and i have never been great (great)
i have committed atleast a million sins
and i have been controlled by hate
i have been lied to, tricked, stabbed in the back
and i’ve been thrown down
i have searched for years for one reason to wanna be noticed
and wanna be found
but i could care less if they hear my sound
and if i make a record deal
i don’t give a f-ck if i get famous
i just wanna be the one that the critics call “real”
my dad always told me…….
i’m kiddin,i never talk to my dad
infact i could care less if he rots in a cell
and they say that, that’s too sad
to think for so many years i’ve had hatred towards the fact
that i get spit on and dissed cuz i have the talent to rap
and when they say “what you think of that?”
i say

chorus
first i split the blunt (blunt)
and then i spill the guts (guts)
i ask the person standing next to me to hold my cup
give me another round
(another round)
i won’t be found
(i won’t be found)
haters breathing down my neck (neck)
but i don’t give a f-ck (f-ck)
i inhale on that good sh-t
and i down the bullsh-t in the cup
give me another round
(another round))
i won’t be found
(i won’t be found)

verse 2
so tell me what am i to do?
and where am i to go?
am i supposed to
think fast, breathe fast, move fast
look at the problems and wanna live slow?
tell me, am i supposed to wanna let go?
am i supposed to start a new life?
am i supposed to think that “everything happens for a reason”?
am i supposed to try to do right?
i hear alot of stories about suicide
and kids giving up on life
i hear about people getting shot, murdered
and robbed with a gun or a knife
this worlds hopeless
and i see the tears in all the little boys’ eyes
the little boy that used to smile
and the one in me that’s locked inside
i’m losing hope
i feel like the world is losing faith
n0body cares about anyones feelings
and if we go to war with states
i used to wanna “fit in”
i used to wanna find a place with truth
but it seems like the only place close to that
is behind a microphone inside of a booth

chorus
first i split the blunt (blunt)
and then i spill the guts (guts)
i ask the person standing next to me to hold my dup
give me another round
(another round))
i won’t be found
(i won’t be found)
haters breathing down my neck (neck)
but i don’t give a f-ck (f-ck)
i inhale on that good sh-t
and i down the bullsh-t in the cup
give me another round
(another round))
i won’t be found
(i won’t be found)

outro
yea, ho
yea, ho
yea, ho
yea, ho
give me another round
(another round))
i won’t be found
(i won’t be found)

- kris bowling lyrics

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