Текст песни Implode - Manchureon

There are quite a few things that I think
But knowing damn well that I wouldn't say
Though when time comes and I have a few drinks
Tropicana fruit punch mixed with Alize
Plenty of things that got me feeling pinned
Workin on a song to feel like the shits polished and rinsed
'Fore you know shit got tossed in the bin
Type of shit that got my nails digging my palm when I ball up a fist
And calling it quits, cause I find myself often asking what the fuck I rap for
When my shots hitting bricks layups missing off the backboard
Saying shit so I can earn my passport
Eyes on the floor cause I'm searching for the trapdoor
And like others I'm saying that I'm true to myself
But without certain tropes it feels like its removing the belt
It made me realize most of the times when we thinking we outliers
We fall right on the mean fuck it this might just be my outcry
This my outcry for all the times that I got outshined
This the outcry for the times I thought it was about time
That I can count the chickens way before they had hatched
Then reality be hitting and it's clapping my ass

My bad I don't mean to be snapping at you
Good thoughts sometimes I have few
I'm sure you've been there too
Ignorance is bliss man now isn't that true
I'm just be trynna pass through
Yet I feel stuck in a room
The force way too strong
When it's a process the progress sometimes take way too long
Between the span of two I felt like I made eight new songs
Little things that bother me cause me to can't move on
Wonderful, making decisions between a hundred doors
Hundred eyes, gazed with little belittling undertones
I'm supposed, to smile despite going through a thunderstorm
That's maybe why, I be waking up some days and feeling numb

Everybody knows that life is so short
Always wanna be happy but happiness is a sport
Some just born with the skill
But quite a few that fall short
And some just like to interfere with how some others perform
Deriving that took me a lot of time, lot of thinking, lot of days
Realizing, tiny things are quite often what all it takes
All I'm saying is I can't forget that time my niece told her mom
That this year around she's hoping to see her father on fathers day
Damn, little does she know her dad has passed away for two years
In front of her her mom can't even shed two tears
I wonder how long it took for the realization it was never a business trip
To her life prolly has a different meaning
Happiness is a different emphasis
White lies shielding the innocence
Truth make us coexist but bits of lying make us tolerate
So living through two years don't be feeling like eight

My bad I don't mean to be snapping at you
Good thoughts sometimes I have few
I'm sure you've been there too
Ignorance is bliss man now isn't that true
I'm just be trynna pass through
Yet I feel stuck in a room
The force way too strong
When it's a process the progress sometimes take way too long
Between the span of two I felt like I made eight new songs
Little things that bother me cause me to can't move on
Wonderful, making decisions between a hundred doors
Hundred eyes, gazed with little belittling undertones
I'm supposed, to smile despite going through a thunderstorm
That's maybe why, I be waking up some days and feeling numb