Текст песни Apps - Isserley , Atkin$

I've always gotta make my own way
Hold my own hand and still look both ways
I'm not so sure the sun'll rise today
But I'll take another moment against the grain
Oh great, now everyone is losing their shit
And they expect me to deal with it for them

Hey bitch, got a clue about me?
You need a directory? Yeah, you want authority?
Won't you look, bitch, look into me
And I'll spell it out word by word so clearly

Every fuckers tried, failed, to tame me
Got those big arms, but your pimp hands lacking
If you can't control me, man, then don't blame me
It's time to get your shit together, rein me in

And every days the same, all apathy
Got me beating myself up, can't feel a thing
And it takes just a second just to say it's all good babe
It takes just a second just to say it's all good

I'm running out of apps to check
These thoughts, again, they fill my head
And my mind is so heavy It will break my neck
And all I have is this existential dread

Alone in this life, got no apps to check
If i had some friends, I'd have some apps to check
Same old shit, just a different day
Same old shit, feelin' all the pain
Live or to die, I'm already dead inside
What's it really matter, yeah, to live or to cry
Nobody really cares, even if I died
Yeah, if I died

Got all this pain
I'm rotting away
My soul is to take
Why do I feel this way?
Suicide, on my fucking mind
What's it matter if I died?
Sky gets grey and the rain hits my eyes
Oh, how I'm feeling grey skies in my mind
Gun to my head, I'mma blow my fucking mind
Seen so much shit, man, I wish I was blind

Don't wanna live no more, yeah, I hate this shit
Livings like a suffering, fuck the blessed shit
I don't really know if I can fuckin' do this
Need someone to help me through the fuckin' darkness

Guide my fucking way with some light through the darkness
Find me in my grave, yeah
I'm rotting away, yeah
My soul is to take, had enough of the pain