paroles de chanson Unfulfilling - YCK

5 59 where the air is hot
I don't take no shit from generic thots
You think that you a catch no the fuck you not
And who had paid for your face yeah that's what I thought
Among a crowd I'm so isolated
I'm singled out I stand idle waiting
Dissociation my savior lately
These pills I've taken have brought me safety
When was the last that I had an open
No one can match my energy flowing
They're too obsessed with being it
When I'm an island of gold in a sea of shit
I cannot help that I'm better than you
From the way that I see it well it's evident too
That they won't be relevant in five years
No I've been ahead of them for it feels like years

Why'd I continue
These bills they won't fix you
Left not a text
How is this so unfulfilling
Money and crystal
I'm grabbing a fistful
Death I will rest
'Fore I'm caving in the building
Mundane expectations the predictions fell far
They're too caught up on the numbers I've inflicted self harm
Fooling generations servitude in contracts
They're so wrapped up in the bias ain't nobody want facts

I could not give a fuck about the readings
Or whatever trend it is that you've ate and proceeded
Then you milk and explain how you feel that it works
But it ain't much a topic I will converse
Chatterboxes and interviews
And they ask me shit that I disapprove
Why would I have an opinion on rappers
That haven't been dropping an album that matters
Making up a fib and a lie to excuse
Myself from this shit but admit I'm amused
Claiming I'm toxic and we're incompatible
Efforts are focusing on venture capital
I don't got time to be wasting on others
I dream of me visiting all seven wonders
Earth ain't that big but it's larger without
Somebody beside me that's bringing me down

Why'd I continue
These bills they won't fix you
Left not a text
How is this so unfulfilling
Money and crystal
I'm grabbing a fistful
Death I will rest
'Fore I'm caving in the building
Mundane expectations the predictions fell far
They're too caught up on the numbers I've inflicted self harm
Fooling generations servitude in contracts
They're so wrapped up in the bias ain't nobody want facts