Songtexte Now You've Ruined Everything, Parpy. - Whose

I'm in a lose-lose situation with broadening my career
I make money or make fans, i stir the pot coping with fear
More than grateful to have besties steady modeling my gear
But still coddling the bottle scared of where well go from here
In a windowless room, I orchestrated a piece
In the hopes of taking a leap into the fields of the kings
Every word in my mind reciting it out loud
Grab a towel run to the lab to right it down
I now often wonder
Where these words actually come from
Magically gifted to me for some good I've done
Or a pity for my actual lack of talent in this plane
Saving face with my peers by downplaying all of my greatness
Came to the realization back in 2021 that my writing was a trauma dump
I've somehow fallen up
Many try to call my bluff but momma raised a great liar
Whatever "subliminals" you're throwing I'm the umpire
Stopped paying for game pass, started paying for Beatstars
A good friends bestie wants to marry me for a green card
Everything really seems odd, I crash party
With a blunt 40s Bacardi
Now you've ruined everything
"Parpy"

In this windowless room i orchestrated a piece
In this windowless room i lost everything
In this windowless room i orchestrated a piece
In this windowless room i lost everything