Lyrics Creek - Connxtion

Nod off on that shoulder go
Back to roads that I paved to home
Ain't no bank I pay that bread forward
To the bank I need cash to grow

Not often, I be showing off
Stoicisms goin up, I be blowing off
Steam, show the stress
Dream for the best
Hoping that I'm open to getting, rid of regrets
I be slowing down time
Just to see where I went wrong
Caffeinated for a while,
Find solutions to my problems
This shits building up
Regrets fill me up
Feeling this way really sucks
But, its cus I'm used to giving fucks
Missed opportunities
This is what you do to me
Took me a while till I started feeling good

Everything on my mind, it all seems like a fever dream
If only I could go back to being seventeen
Why don't you leave me alone...

I already missed the sun on the summer day
Start to write, in my notes, don't know what to say
Always checking my phone, see whos texting me
End up feeling crazy cause there's no one next to me
Who the fuck am I talking to? Not myself no
But even in public, always checking on my cell phone
I'm glued to this shit
Talking like I ain't used to it yet
Right when I was feeling productive, I said fuck it
I was chasing dreams, pacing up and down my screen
Wasting time until I had to be
Where I'm supposed to go
Posted up, stay a poster boy, til I'm not alone

I'm still not worth a damn, wasting away my youth every second
And actively wishing that life be different when
All I do is,
Wonder how the future be
Alexa playing Pink + White
Regrets of I did tonight
I'm sitting all alone up in my room
Just how a loser be, choosing sleep
Homies not knowing what to do with me
They going to a party, skip that like gratuity
Show off talents and skills, just not to use em
And sit around, be a loser, so please, just act accordingly
Get up record and we start acting important
But honestly stuck with boredom and
Please, this shit is normally
Unfulfilling but usually how I'm feeling
Depends on the shit I'm dealing with

Everything on my mind it all seems like a fever dream
If only I could go back to being seventeen
Why don't you leave me alone...

I put my mind to this shit
More effort is required I admit
Bout time I rewind, come again
Bout time that the sun setting in
Stepping up and over
I'm only feeling this way in October
Rock bottom please, in the autumn breeze
Only reason this Season feels this way
Is cus I'm hopeful
Take my mind off this joint, profit off the offices
But you're missing the point
My choices be outshining my voice and so I'm poignant
When it comes to all my struggles, think I'd rather take the poison
I'm tryna solve my issues
But you say I got problems
Hmmm what's with you
Money won't solve it
So fuck the profit
I'd rather write down my conflicts
And hope you call me a prophet

Nod off on that shoulder go
Back to roads that I paved to home
Ain't no bank I pay that bread forward
To the bank I need cash to grow