Songtexte elles - KET$aR

Yah
Yah, what
I got hella vigor
So you know I yell in my intros
I'm sad and psycho
Til I grab the microphone
I'm sad and psycho
Til I grab the microphone

(I'm sad and psycho til I)
Everyday I was
(Sad and psycho til I)
Opened my eyes
Now I know she broke us up by
(Stacking up gibberish)
I really don't mind
(Sad and psycho til I)
Stop believing the lies
(Sad and psycho til I)
Told her goodbye
(Sad and psycho til I)
(Grab the microphone)
(I'm stacking up gibberish) yeah
(With pitch correction)

I feel dumb rumbling the movie
Like I do
But you shouldn't keep it all to you
When you're blue
Pain's sticking to a soul like glue
Like I knew
Sound made me cope and get through
It's not new
I did lose my composure
Oh, she played me but I played her better
Like I play sounds I don't know no better
Now I'm learning the rhythm that I'm made of
Tunes raining on me I'm
(Sad and psycho)
Til I'm in the studio
Let me go I'll feel so
(Sad and psycho til I grab the microphone, I'm-)
Me and music it's a perfect duet
Yeah, love makes blind I sing not looking
When I'm in the booth there's just something to it
Make me feel that good a bitch can't do it

Everyday I was
(Sad and psycho) til I
Opened my eyes
Now I know she broke us up by
(Stacking up gibberish)
I really don't mind
(Hell nah)
Stop believing the lies
(Sad and psycho til I)
Told her goodbye (bye)
(Sad and psycho til I)
(Grab the microphone)
(I'm stacking up gibberish)
(With pitch correction)

(They be talking bout faith and destiny)
(I don't know where is my face I need better sleep)
(I'm on my knees)
(Saying please to my bitch ass future)
(I got too many beats sleeping on my computer)
(And I'm gonna turn them into dollars)
(I wanna hear my mama say that she's proud of me)
(I wanna find my pace)
(I want a good rest)
(No more stress and mess with them)
(Keys and controllers)
(Fu-)

The first week will be a drowsy suffocation
You'll wake up in a month or two
Then you might tear up about details
For a year
The way she closed her eyes in the shower
The taste of her smile
The haste of her goodbyes
Turn your phone off
Look at yourself through your own lens for once
Meet the pain that drives you and embrace it
Go bleed out on a canvas
Call it "all about our summers"