paroles de chanson Test - Reece Fuller

The Yamaha's top and all, but had to let it dust up
Unemployed, unenjoyed, always getting fucked up
Grip the mic, rip it, peak in my retrieve
In a general retreat, got a soul to never let you down
Another rotten neurotic
Bothered, awkwardly avoidant
Copycat, copycat
Cheat but never join it
Beats after lyricals
Copyright and coin it
Dungeon rap

I forgot a time when I mattered to anyone
On the first bad day of another January
I forgot a time when I mattered to anyone
I was so depressed
I was so obsessed
I was so
I was so ignored
I was such a bore

Nothing really matters to me anyway