Текст песни Dt - McCrae

It's what I do in my
Downtime
Sometimes I get high
Wasted away, thoughts down the drain
Can't cope, ego suicide

Just close your eyes and we'll be
Vibing out here, kickin in Paris
I swear I'm bad at goodbyes
Don't think that you're even caring
I'm out here living my life
But you still live with your parents
I fucking hate when we fight
I said I'm leaving I swear it

The thing that you're hating or not hating
You haven't quite figured out that
Self hate is just another form of fixation
On the self

Sometimes it gets hard to understand the struggle
Be humble
Never starved, but I was raised in a bubble
Christianity kinda fucked up my sanity
Brainwashed like late nights
Trippin out to Duncan Trussell

Close my eyes my mind gets cloudy
Thoughts scream loudly
Never make it with my insecurity
My purity is taking its time
Barely alive, hands on your neck
Grabbing on your inner thigh

Stuck in a city I don't know and
Fucked up so high I been floating
Need glasses for my new third eye
Vision blurred, vocals slurred
Time I spent doing in my

Downtime
Sometimes I get high
Wasted away, thoughts down the drain
Can't cope, ego suicide

Downtime
Sometimes I get high
Wasted away, thoughts down the drain
Can't cope, ego suicide

You get into the question
If you're going to hate yourself
You have to know yourself
That's the paradox of the damn thing
Like what is it that you hate?
What is the thing that you loathe?

It's what I do in my
Downtime
Sometimes I get high
Wasted away, thoughts down the drain
Can't cope, ego suicide

Downtime
Sometimes I get high
Wasted away, thoughts down the drain
Can't cope, ego suicide