Текст песни Lifted (Coffee Shop) - HiddenRoad

Living in between reality and a dream
Lines blurry in a hurry, to nowhere is how it seems
The street lights shine in darkness
To illuminate the artist, still doing it regardless
Pen to page in another life I was a king
Now a peasant on the street, thought they'd like me if I sing
Grab another diamond for the ring
Happiness does not exist, this life is but a thing
And my heads not fucking feeling me
Wearing shades inside because this light is fucking killing me
Migraine, this is my pain
Reminiscent of a day ruined because it might rain
Identity Hidden like what is my name
Thoughts are jumbled out of place like a nun at a dice game
Man among, I like blame
Like nice aim
Get a load of the smoking gun
Inflate the self esteem of whose holding like poking fun
Hold up
Don't run till the joke is done
The doors were always closed up till I opened one
Walk into the Coffee Shop like what up
Don't speak till I'm complete, time for another cup
It's time for another tune
Telling me what to do is like telling your mother move bitch
I don't live like you, I don't have anymore fucks to give like you
I see the world a little different
Give me what's mine, I'm sort of like an infant
After I get it, become a little distant
Like the shows just ended so sad that you missed it
Espresso shots two fist it
I'm trying to get lifted I don't drink booze dip shit