Текст песни Shit You Cant Fix - Fibonacci_clique

One day I finally relate, others at my door
Tryna steal on my place, nobody smoking so hard
They need mace, in their fucking face
Cause they can't see the race
Yeah I call that a blind man with sight
Who be fucking right, when I'm hitting like a pipe
Visualize chrome to your dome now I feel like I'm home
I was running alone until she came along
And I can't see my phone cause it's morphing to rows
Yeah the shrooms kicking in just another walk home
Yes I think about life and what it's got to offer
Every single day yeah I'm not going to go off it
Just going to pop it, like a fucking rocket
Maybe hit the firmament keeping eyes on the wallet
Yeah my music really speaking I'm sixteen, what's the problem
Look into your eyes and see a mother fucking poem

Blurred, swerving through the lines
Lights off, chances of suicide don't exist
Cause Fuck who am I, passenger seat
My hand on your thigh, stars twinkle in the night sky
Reflect of your eyes, beauty preserved in time, can't rewind
One day you will find the right guy
As I pass you on I look for the next one to hurt me
Can't divert me, bitch try flirt with my soul
Couldn't see the hole, red flags to set the flow
Walked in blind, now you coming out whole
I'm coming out broken, energy stolen
Stuck in a trance of doing the same shit
Vast, wouldn't you get sick of fucking the same chick
That's what I use to think, but I'm trying to settle
Right when she came along, take my soul
Now she's doing it, I'm losing it, you're losing it
Local screw up proving shit, singing making my bliss
Loving life but fucking hate living it
Shit you can't fix, can't explain it
Loving life but fucking hate living it, shit you can't fix
Can't explain it, just try and play it all

One day I finally relate, others at my door
Tryna steal on my place
Nobody smoking so hard they need mace In
They're fucking face because they can't see the race
Yeah I call that a blind man with sight
Who be fucking right, when I'm hitting like a pipe
Visualize chrome to your dome now I feel like I'm home
I was running alone until she came along
And I can't see my phone cause it's morphing to rows
Yeah the shrooms kicking in just another walk home
Yes I think about life and what it's got to offer
Every single day yeah I'm not going to go off it
Just going to pop it, like a fucking rocket
Maybe hit the firmament keeping eyes on the wallet
Yeah my music really speaking I'm sixteen, what's the problem
Look into your eyes and see a mother fucking poem