paroles de chanson Do More/Say Less - Salty MC

All dressed up with nowhere to go
Sick of this rap but it's all that I know
Sick of the fashion I sold most my clothes
Lights flickering but there's no one at home
Tears in my eyes in a hotel alone
No one to blame cos I've chosen my road
Hopeless romantic, I'm over semantics
Just need a lil baddy to call me her own
If I get distant keep holding me close
Said I would change but lo and behold
Sipping on spirits and smoking with ghosts
Surrounded by people but feeling alone
Falling apart from the trauma I mask
Fell on my face and all of them laughed
Head full of tension, I'm sick of pretending
Want someone to love to give all of my heart
Calm then defensive, then panic attacks
I can't let go but I have to detach
These games getting old like ratchet and clank
A week in the city then back to the flats
Hard to sleep, that's the reason I'm smoking
Hard to breathe, kind of feels like I'm choking
Stress keeps fucking my head up, I'm fed up
Of fixing things when it weren't me that broke it

Trying to do more and say less
Girls ghosting, I don't blame them
Trying to say less and do more
Change direction, open new doors
Trying to do more and say less
Say she love and hate me in the same breath
Trying to say less and do more
Two steps back then a few forward

Crying for help, I doubt that they heard
Fuck it, actions speak louder than words
Stuck in the mud I been down n the dirt
Might pour up a litre and drown in the purp
Young Picasso how I'm painting these pictures
If I die young don't be claiming you'd miss me
Blink and you'll miss it, gone in in instant
Most of my close friends keeping their distance
Dying inside, why it seems like I'm different
Look in my eyes you can see what I'm thinking
Dumped on my birthday, don't know why I miss her
Can't shake the feeling things coulda been different
Phone on flight mode, lost my wings
Feel like a stillborn, lost my twin
Lost my bro, lost my shit
Fake smile, brace face obnoxious grin
Took its toll trying to cross this bridge
So many L's that I've got to win
Story ain't over the plot just twist
DB flow, sick of it I pop like six
Drip for myself, not to look rich
This Neighbourhood not Hoodrich
Need a princess not a hood rat
Came a long distance when I look back
Used to own one tee and live out a suitcase
Same pair of jeans tied up with a shoelace
Wake up wonder how I'm eating today
Same old boxers and socks for two days
Toking a gram with holes in my vans
Head in my lap no one holding my hand
Opiate meds put a hole in my head
Think I changed for the worse? then you don't understand
Same old salt just new and improved
They could ask me about it but they choose to assume
Speak my truth, don't care who's in the room
Don't give a fuck if I ruin the mood
Got no time for the rumours and feuds
Bad attitude I'm a nuisance I'm rude
Lips sealed tight, let loose in the booth
Do this for Drew I don't do this for views

Trying to do more and say less
Girls ghosting, I don't blame them
Trying to say less and do more
Change direction, open new doors
Trying to do more and say less
Say she love and hate me in the same breath
Trying to say less and do more
Two steps back then a few forward