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sage of six - 6 a.m. lyrics

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[verse 1]
i’m sitting alone
telling myself it’s worth it

staying up late
writing
trying to find purpose

it’s bout as pointless as
cursive

i’m bout as worthless as
verses

i’m writing about this b****
i’ve been dying to
break up with

but f*** it

i guess i’ve finally found
my inspiration

a medium for depression
i can enter any second

i’ve been waiting my whole life
just to get to this moment

now that i’ve got it
i’m realizing
that it’s not what i wanted

and at the same time
i’m comfortable
feeling painful and lonely

i apologize
for sounding
stressed
broken hearted
half depressed
and mentally r-t-rded

even
kru told me
that i should try to write it
lighthearted
i’m sorry
but if i could
then that’s probably
how i’d have started

off harder than i did
because i’m really just a kid

who’s getting in touch
with his feelings
i never thought that i’d show it
nor spit it

so i spit it
the way i get it
and when i get it
i run with it
and when you’re writing off of emotion
it’s hard to have fun with it

and every single lyric
is what i feel in the moment
i don’t care about the structure
i’m basically freestyling

you want essay rhyming
then go looking for the tyrants

i’m really
not even a rapper
i just spend my time rhyming

see what separates me
is that i’m not even trying

i just threw some s*** together
then seen if people would buy it

yea the lights
i eye it

and the ice
i’d buy it

but if i really feel into fame
then i probably wouldn’t like it

but i figured i’d try
because all of these careers
are uninviting

i would have
been in college for science
realizing that i was dying
inside

but i guess it doesn’t matter
where

because no matter what i pursue
i feel like i don’t belong there

but this is all a n**** knows
and this all a n**** loves
so even though i belong on the bottom
i’ll pretend to be above

[verse 2]
sometimes when i sit alone
i look at life through the scouter lens
and try to figure out
how in the h*** i started all of this

i go in and out
deciding wether or not to be in the crowd

because the crowd is filled with crows
and i see death behind the clouds

and my life’s been a dark shroud of shadows
ever since the senior year

and it’s been clear to me
that i’m no longer who i used to be

i failed cl-ss
fell in love
contemplated using drugs

to get over everything that’s ever mattered
and say f*** it

kick bucket
when i’m sober
i’ll pick it up before it’s over

told my alma matter
life is what you make it
so i’ll make it over

riding in a stroller my whole life
when i made it out
i jumped into a roller coaster
tried to hold the shouts

being the baby in mans situation
making the wrong decisions
and always being too patient

while ill-tempered

my current temperament
is ill-measured

i measured all my blessings
and weigh them against the others

like why couldn’t i carry
half of the pain for my loved ones

it’s just wrong

to overlook being untroubled
while others go through more than double

what i’m sitting in

i’m sitting here
wondering what i’m doing here

how can i make it easier
for people who i love
when they don’t have it fair

we’re charging fairs
just to weigh outcomes

tell me how come
everyone can start to jog
and others can get outrun

praying up to god
like help them lord
let me help them lord

and now i ask the lord
why’d it even have to happen to them

we’re just babies
they didn’t deserve the weight

and babies need love
these kids don’t deserve the hate

we try to eat all we can
but they’ve got too much on their plate

man we have
monsters in this game of life
they don’t deserve to play

why don’t you take the people
who do wrong
sooner than the good ones

thugs don’t hesitate to k!ll
and they’re k!lling the shook ones

the ones with a conscience
always dying from nonsense

fell victim to society
and then resort to violence

forced to live out countless
hours
with no power

no power for lights
and no power to fight

we fight
just to survive

so how can you
kick back and thrive

that’s the question that their asking
but i got nothing but p-ssion
to give them

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