Текст песни Esoteric - Dillan Miller

Yeah

All the love I feel is not generic
That's just my way, You so pathetic (Like)
They wanna know what makes me better
Well maybe I'm just esoteric (Hold on)
Much love, small crowd, I get it (What?)
Big moves, Misfit, I said it (Yeah)
Live life and don't regret it
I feel like I'm so esoteric (Hold up)

I feed of reaction, use that as a caption, they
Meet me and think that I'm lost
I'm juggling skates and cutting my palms
I know about all of the risk and the cost (God damn)
Open your eyes they think I'm behind, the fan
Base is tight, but maybe that's just what I chose (Yeah)
Roll a D7, I do what I can't, my
Pupils are white I'm so far advanced (Wait)

I feed of reaction, use that as a caption, they
Meet me and think that I'm lost
I'm juggling skates and cutting my palms
I know about all of the risk and the cost (God damn)
Open your eyes they think I'm behind, the fan
Base is tight, but maybe that's just what I chose (Yeah)
Roll a D7, I do what I can't, my
Pupils are white I'm so far advanced (Let's go)

All the love I feel is not generic
That's just my way, You so pathetic (Like)
They wanna know what makes me better
Well maybe I'm just esoteric (Hold on)
Much love, small crowd, I get it (What?)
Big moves, Misfit, I said it (Yeah)
Live life and don't regret it
I feel like I'm so esoteric (Hold up)

I've been in my room and shit (mhm)
Dealing with gloom and shit (mhm)
I've been in a mood and shit (mhm)
Dealing with too much shit (mhm)

The eses on go, you scrolling through posts
My essence on ghost and shit (mhm)

I'm not one to brag, I'm not one to boast
I'm just feeling stoked as shit (Chicka boom)

I'm feeling stoked as shit
Feeling myself but alone as shit (Yeah)
Playing with wealth like a poker chip (Like)
Bleed from my palms and my lower lip (Like what?)

Bleeding on beats, let's keep it discrete
But maybe that's just all the growth and shit
Too hot in the streets and too hot in the sheets
But maybe that's just how I roll and shit (Kaboom)

All the love I feel is not generic
That's just my way, You so pathetic (Like)
They wanna know what makes me better
Well maybe I'm just esoteric (Hold on)
Much love, small crowd, I get it (What?)
Big moves, Misfit, I said it (Yeah)
Live life and don't regret it
I feel like I'm so esoteric (Hold up)

I don't feel like myself today,
But what am I saying I'm not myself most days
Don't listen to a goddamn word I say
I don't feel like myself today

So I hide in my room, put salt in my eyes (Yeah)
Ain't a jury that can judge me when I wear a disguise (Uh huh)

Might be running on E, might be running with ease
Might be hiding in my room, because of you? Bitch please (God damn)
Might be standing on the edge, losing air can't breathe
Might be standing on a chair so my eyes don't see
Maybe I'm the only one without a glorious scene
Maybe I'm the only one that'll ever be free
Maybe that's the only way that I'll ever find peace
In a pitch-black room with the dark red sheets (Hold on, keep going)

Now, If I die before I wake
I pray to God my soul to take
There's too damn much that's on my mind
It'd do me best to run and hide (Like what?)