paroles de chanson Naught - Notebook P

Two devils on my shoulders, one telling me, "Get bolder"
"The weather's gettin colder", second says, "Follow suit"
Shit, ain't got the time for moods, havoc is all I brew, need a way to diffuse
Maybe a lot of loud and place, vacant
A little get away, lil baecation
Playin Smash Bros and some PlayStation
Full glass poured when the day fades
Cuz I really seem to spill bold when I'm more faded
Shots lead to shots taken, focused on the ones I'm making
Giving up on steady pacing
Feeling alone and out of touch, need someone down to roll
Need someone down to pour up, someone around to hold
How will I get up out this rut? We'll just see how it goes
We'll just see how it goes, we'll just see how it goes

Gave up on a lot, I been so distraught
Need a way to stop this mood
Can't focus well enough, and coping is too much
All this love for naught, I'm blue
Gave up on a lot, I been so distraught
Need a way to stop this mood
Can't focus well enough, and coping is too much
All this love for naught, I'm too

Too proud for the chase, I ain't gonna chase you
Cuz you done turned it to a race, now I needa brace
Every sentiment bringing the pain and horror
Found another, I gotta move on before you rub it in my face
Rub it in my face and you go find a new replacement
Get me replaced and all of these little raindrops start hittin harder
Cuz I got no one to bother but these two
Two devils on my shoulders, one telling me, "Get bolder, the weather's gettin colder"
Second says what to do, "Man, you gotta play it cool"
"Just need the right muse, can't move on with no boo"
How can I remove myself from solitude?
Might dive in something cute, right? Are there any rules?
Cuz I'll risk it all like Dolemite, if she bad, then it's on sight
We won't last and it's alright, I'm just here for a long night

Gave up on a lot, I been so distraught
Need a way to stop this mood
Can't focus well enough, and coping is to much
All this love for naught, I'm blue
Gave up on a lot, I been so distraught
Need a way to stop this mood
Can't focus well enough, and coping is to much
All this love for naught, I'm