Lyrics 8Ball - Kalvin Moon

I spend days in a room
The impression of a tomb
No one ever talks
No one ever calls
I keep staring at these walls
And in the moment I just pause
I've gotta walk before I crawl
But in my mind I start to

Shelter all my thoughts into an 8ball
Wish that I could make it but if I don't
I don't hate y'all
Somethings gonna break soon
Talking to myself inside a break room
Where music is my outlet
Plugging all these holes inside my chest like it's an outlet
Wont let my flame die or be out lit
Everyone's different
I still wear the same outfits
Too lazy to be out fit
At least if I don't make it I'll be out lived

Cherish what I have until the storm bears an outage
Out-age with no fear to climb up a mountain
So high but I still remain grounded
Collect rocks till I feel like I've amounted

Can't see what I'm heading towards
To ward the light to my darkness
I need a sword
Never had a lot of money
I was always poor
I know there's people in this crowd with the tears that I poured
Like one day I'll go on tour
With broken promise that I couldn't afford
In a broken down car that resembles a ford
I go to battle with myself but I'm still
Losing the war
On what planet do I meet my accord
Tie the noose around my neck
All it needs is a cord
I'm sorry I can't make you happy
I'm still sad when I'm laughing