Lyrics ComeUp - Bayley

I don't know
I don't know
I've been staying down
I've been staying round
The same place
The same state
I hate to wait
I hate to waste
My time and my energy
Behind with my remedy
I try with my melody
I cry through my melody
Late summer breeze in the air
Reminds me of the past year
Reminds me of the past tears
Reminds me of my nightmares
I keep lifting my face up
I'm only looking from the waist up
I don't give a fuck about your pay stub
I only care bout the lay up
See me, feed me, keep me, reeling

I've been down when the sun is up
I know when the fun is up
I can't keep running up
I can't keep loving us
Don't stay anywhere near us
I'm so glad you hear us
I done grew some spirits and I don't need you to hear it
I've been down when the sun is up
I know when the fun is up
I can't keep running up
I can't keep loving us
Don't stay anywhere near us
I'm so glad you hear us
I done grew some spirits and I don't need you to hear it

Looking up from the tides that were grey
I don't know what else there is to say
We disconnected shit was too hectic
But I hope that you're okay
Cause I'm not so sane
Yeah I'm not too brave
Yeah I'm not too grave
But I can't keep trying to save
The memory or the moment
Shit was too potent
I'm always moving like a nuisance
I will always give you my two cents
You know there's room for improvement
I am just too scared to lose it
Mastermind with the craft
Doesn't mind you never ask
Never stitch a task
Timeless with the rasp
I will never grasp
Heal me steal me I'm still me

I've been down when the sun is up
I know when the fun is up
I can't keep running up
I can't keep loving us
Don't stay anywhere near us
I'm so glad you hear us
I done grew some spirits and I don't need you to hear it
I've been down when the sun is up
I know when the fun is up
I can't keep running up
I can't keep loving us
Don't stay anywhere near us
I'm so glad you hear us
I done grew some spirits and I don't need you to hear it

Looking for a new Mac song to relate to
Scribble on my phone to channel the hate through
I don't hate truth, I just hate the temporary
Some nights I whisper through the light to hear what could be scary
I'm unwary, undaring to take the leap in to caring
Not bearing to keep it all to myself and to stop sharing
If this shit's only a hobby I'll be waiting in the lobby
Forever isolated like that soul right out of Dobby
I'm getting kind of groggy as
The airs been getting foggy
I just hit the gas and hope that nothings running from me
I took it all upon me to take the mic instead of fight the urge
Cause, hey, maybe I am tight and I can make the splurge
Splash cash matte black fat raps hashtags brat gats sat back and regurgitate the facts back and have that
As a career, worried the end is near
Been feeling endeared to fear wondering when it'll be clear
If I'll be here with a beer and some peers on a pier copping lears
With some gear and no tears, crowd all jeers for some years
But who knows
Some cash or hublots
No gaps or huge nose
No sacks but few robes
More stacks, a new globe
No daps but you chose
This life, strife, gripe type nights tight alright fights light might bite the bullet and the pill