[Verse 1: Amouri]
Patience low, paper thin
I'm watchin' it, seconds pass as I waste my time
I put on an act over my pain as I grin
I wasn't too pressed to cyph, but I'll be just fine
[Pre-Chorus: Amouri]
Easy come and easy go
These weightless thoughts just let me know that I have had enough for the night
Intrusive thoughts sure hurt a lot
This coping mechanism suck
And I have put myself into rut
[Chorus: Amouri]
Drownin', I can't swim, I'm too in
I'm sinkin' in buoyant water, yeah
I'm drownin' and I wish I could fully float, but my life is a joke
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, my life is a joke
[Verse 2: Perry Maysun with Amouri]
If you don't jump then how will you proceed?
How you gonna fill both pockets with dirt weed?
How you not makin' it by thirty?
That's your perspective, but I'm drinkin' from my own tea, bitch
How you work a job and file every fuckin' grievance? (Oh no)
Then the boss get it, she don't even fuckin' read it (She won't)
Butt heads of the cigarette with no Beavis
Smoke up 'til the bone, that's the reality, you never leavin'
You teethin' little teeth, until you teethin' figuratively
Big baby cryin' over hard liquor literally
Cycle of a psychedelic
Everybody is a medic, until they old and decrepit
Lungs is packed with old expenses
Patience low, paper thin
I'm watchin' it, seconds pass as I waste my time
I put on an act over my pain as I grin
I wasn't too pressed to cyph, but I'll be just fine
[Pre-Chorus: Amouri]
Easy come and easy go
These weightless thoughts just let me know that I have had enough for the night
Intrusive thoughts sure hurt a lot
This coping mechanism suck
And I have put myself into rut
[Chorus: Amouri]
Drownin', I can't swim, I'm too in
I'm sinkin' in buoyant water, yeah
I'm drownin' and I wish I could fully float, but my life is a joke
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, my life is a joke
[Verse 2: Perry Maysun with Amouri]
If you don't jump then how will you proceed?
How you gonna fill both pockets with dirt weed?
How you not makin' it by thirty?
That's your perspective, but I'm drinkin' from my own tea, bitch
How you work a job and file every fuckin' grievance? (Oh no)
Then the boss get it, she don't even fuckin' read it (She won't)
Butt heads of the cigarette with no Beavis
Smoke up 'til the bone, that's the reality, you never leavin'
You teethin' little teeth, until you teethin' figuratively
Big baby cryin' over hard liquor literally
Cycle of a psychedelic
Everybody is a medic, until they old and decrepit
Lungs is packed with old expenses
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