paroles de chanson Daydreams, Pt. 2 - Quadeca

Sometimes, I don't know what to-
Sometimes, I don't know what to sing
Sometimes, I don't know what to think
Sometimes, I don't know what'll
Make it okay, make it okay
I'm snorin' all day for dreams

Uh, wake up pondering, damn, my mind is wandering
All these opportunities left squandered in my oxygen
All accomplishments left haunted in my lack of confidence
Often is the result of falling under consciousness
You'd make babies cry, I make crazy lives
You're just angry, 'cause you're livin' in a fading lie
And I've been feeling this energy,
Feeling that somebody's getting the penalty

Fearing that one day you'll end up ahead
Of me, feeling that this is the end of me, no
Will I tell you? No, never
I think I'm so clever, but in the grand scheme of things
I know that I'm no better, but I don't ever
Want to go to show, just one mo' letter
I'm a- go-getter, I go get grades and get A's
And get laid, then wake up, and get C's, but get paid
Uh... my life is so unusual
To most, it isn't suitable, to me, it's irrefutable
Can't see me in a cubicle, I'd rather watch my funeral

I'd rather go back to stab my own brains out back in utero
Damn... but you know that I'm capable
You know I'ma pounce at any chance that is available
Feeling so unique, and I think it's not explainable
No one hears my lyrics, and says, "OMG, relatable!"
No, that's not what I'm here to give
Been waiting- years for this, you're about to experience
Something that I've spent time, money, and thought on
Learned about all the times money had thought wrong
Kinda funny it's long gone, but time is crummy and not long
I ain't lucky, I'm not calm, not by a long-shot
I'm freaking out on the inside, you see me on the outside
Always think I'm positive, and never see the downsides
It's 'bout time you know the truth, you couldn't be further from it

Get your head out your own ass, you couldn't be further up it

Sometimes, I don't know what to-
Sometimes, I don't know what to think
Sometimes, I don't know what to sing
Sometimes, I don't know what'll
Make it okay, make it okay
I'm snorin' all day for dreams
Sometimes, I don't know what to sing
Sometimes, I don't know what to think
Sometimes, I don't know what'll
Make it okay, make it okay
I'm snorin' all day for dreams

I feel like I'm way too different, ridiculous
And most of humanity's made of idiots
I barely even get myself, and you thinkin' you understand?
You think hiding behind a screen gives you the upper hand?
Please, what I do is barely poetry
There's hope for me, I'm noticing people starting to notice me
Uh, but still consider me confident
Still consider me ready and giving out all my flawlessness
But honestly, all of this, is haunting me, probably

It is just my sense of myself wobbling, toppling into
Awfully small pieces, normally all bleedin'
It's tragic and not fleetin', it follows me all evening
It's calling my name constantly, makes it so hard to stay awake
I close my eyes and let it go, and it all fades away
Yeah, we're just tryna find a great escape
To get away from how we're living life day-to-day
Some people find it in a drink, or in a cup
Or in some bling, or in a drug, or in the things that give us love
But all I know is that it's tough
And all I know is that this stuff isn't enough; it's way too much

Sometimes, I don't know what to-
Sometimes, I don't know what to sing
Sometimes, I don't know what to think
Sometimes, I don't know what'll
Make it okay, make it okay
I'm snorin' all day for dreams
Sometimes, I don't know what to sing
Sometimes, I don't know what to think
Sometimes, I don't know what'll
Make it okay, make it okay
I'm snorin' all day for dreams