Текст песни Less - TRVIS

Real shit
Yeah
I'm changing the theme of the song
So I can get shit off my chest
I'm saying I'm sorry to Mom
Admitting I wasn't the best, yes
Less
Weight get it off my chest
Hate staying on my breath, I'm
Putting that shit to rest, Less

Stress in my life is needed
I don't really think that I mean it
Conceited, I look in the mirror defeated
Been grieving my demons but know when I see 'em
I sit 'em back down and I say that they leaving
They peak from the curtains
I shutter, deceiving
The people that see me don't know that they're feeding
A different kind of fuckin' energy breathing gets
Heavy, steady
Load, cock back, then ready
Tell a motherfucker if he want to go against me
Fuck your bitch and the rest of your besties
Pen game sick, take my dick out your left cheek
Name in your mouth
So I guess that your breathe stink
Pet peeve of mine, like to mind my business
Time is ticking
I like my minutes
Tick Tick Tick
It's my time is it
I live this shit how I like, not giving up
Ones that I love, yeah I hold 'em down and I
Push out the rest, give a fuck about 'em
You want it then get it don't go around it
The sound of my thoughts got me moving mountains
I'm loving my girl and I hold her proudly
Taking her finger put a ring around it, I'm

Changing the theme of the song
So I can get shit off my chest
I'm saying I'm sorry to Mom
Admitting I wasn't the best, yes
Less
Weight get it off my chest
Hate staying on my breath, I'm
Putting that shit to rest, Less

Xanax addiction, let's add a prescription
My manic decisions are trashing my living
I'm telling a bitch that I hate that I miss her
Then laughing cause someday, she thinks I'll forgive her
I'm drinking this liquor until my whole liver
Is rotten, not stopping, the plot's getting thicker
I polish the bottles then live at the bottom
Acknowledge my problems, and making 'em bigger
I'm real up until the day I die
Telling my truth, I don't got to lie
Hiding behind a suit and tie
Don't sit right in my mind and I
Got much more for my life and
I'm providing it, I decided that
Taking what's mine, and the line, I'm signing it
Seeing mistakes and change applying it
Finding that
People don't have your best interests in mind
No lie, I'm fine with it
Cutting 'em off
That's a win not a loss
Leave 'em bleeding alone till they sick and they barf
If you're being a dog
Then a bitch what you got
If you're building a lie
Then I bet you get caught
You investing in nothing
You get what you bought
Go and learn from yourself
Implement what your taught, I'm

Changing the theme of the song
So I can get shit off my chest
I'm saying I'm sorry to Mom
Admitting I wasn't the best, yes
Less
Weight get it off my chest
Hate staying on my breath, I'm
Putting that shit to rest, Less

Thoughts that I got like I got to be perfect
Right, but do I deserve it
In love with the girl but I swear that I hurt her
More than I mean to, I feel like a burden
Turning my traumas against her, concerning
Observing the wounds and I bet they disturb her
I look in her eyes and I swear that's my person
I love her to death and don't think that it's working
I'm sorry
I'm looking for less of obsession
More to confessing and less of depression
Less of regret when I'm getting the message
More to reflection and less of a mess in my head
When I get in these states and express it
Less of the risks that I see and I test it
Less of possession and looking for leverage
Less of aggression, more of the lessons
Less of the stress and less of the guessing
More of the no's and less of the yes's
More to success and hundred percentage
More to progression and being myself, it's a tormenting hell
I need less of the dress up
More of affection and more of the blessings
I'm focused on more, always settle for less and I'm

Changing the theme of the song
So I can get shit off my chest
I'm saying I'm sorry to Mom
Admitting I wasn't the best, yes
Less
Weight get it off my chest
Hate staying on my breath, I'm
Putting that shit to rest, Less
Less
Weight get it off my chest, less
Yes
Admitting I wasn't the, best
Yes
Putting that shit to rest, less