J-Formz - Random Tears lyrics
[J-Formz - Random Tears lyrics]
Psh, shit we're back here huh?
We never left that, that's good, that's good
This one's gonna be a problem
They ain't gonna like what I say
Everyone tellin me I need to
Talk, so fuck it, ok
Where to start? Hmm, how about here:
Can't even look forward to nothin
Cause I'm livin in fear
Time is passin me by
If I'm excited for somethin
That's next year, well, when it's gets here
My mind'll be buggin
Like: "I'm one year closer"
But closer to what?
You know what? I ain't even goin there
I'll shut up you see, I can't
Now I'm sittin here trapped in a hole
Thinkin: "Nobody really miss you like
That when you die old"
Life is writin a book in permanent ink
Watchin the chapters fly by every
Time that you blink
How many pages you got you
Wish that you could replace?
Spillin your life and never knowin
If a reader await's
You pen a best seller? They don't
Give a fuck what you wrote
They're judgin from the shelf
So make sure your cover is dope but
But this is bigger than havin a debt
I mean I can't stop my
Brain from imaginin death
Then, out the clear blue sky
I cry random tears used to it
Me and depression been a tandem for years
I suffer from self doubt
Put a cramp in my fears if there's a God
This would be the perfect span to appear
Out the clear blue sky, I cry random tears
Out the clear blue sky, I cry random tears
They always hit me with: "Yo, Formz
Why you make sad shit?" i got no choice
You think I wanna feel like this?
And the worst part is
When I'm actually happy
Somethin inside just won't let
Me believe that's me
Ain't comfortable in my own skin, I can't win
I get lost in my head like:
"Where the fuck have I been!?"
People talk to me
I gotta say: "What?" 50 times
Ain't got a hearing problem
Just busy arguin in my mind
And then they try and tell me:
"You're just in your own head"
There ain't nowhere else to go
This where I'm born and bread
I really think I need somethin to believe in
But, I don't think that half of you
People really believe what you're believin
I am who God made me? Then
He made me to not know if God is real
So, he should know how I feel
But nah, but molestin a kid is nothin?
And my rebuttal is: God must
Be a selfish motha fucka think about it
Ain't soul searchin, I think I know who I am
I try and like me
But I don't really know if I can
I'm too real with myself
Sometimes I wish I could lie
I react a certain way
And then I'm wonderin why
If somethin ain't doin what it should
I'll probably break it
So if my brain ain't workin right
How much longer can I take it?
I'm too busy doin nothin
I got no time to eat
It's like I'm always in bed
But I'm never asleep
I'm not sure that it's' the
Music that I'm listenin to
There's gotta be another reason
Why I'm miserable
I know the more fun you have
The quicker time go so maybe if I'm always
Depressed, it'll go slow, i dunno
One day ask someone to play
A game of Russian roulette
What you expect that they'll say?
They'll probably hit you with a: "No way!"
It's fucked up, we got no choice
We really playin every day but
We never left that, that's good, that's good
This one's gonna be a problem
They ain't gonna like what I say
Everyone tellin me I need to
Talk, so fuck it, ok
Where to start? Hmm, how about here:
Can't even look forward to nothin
Cause I'm livin in fear
Time is passin me by
If I'm excited for somethin
That's next year, well, when it's gets here
My mind'll be buggin
Like: "I'm one year closer"
But closer to what?
You know what? I ain't even goin there
I'll shut up you see, I can't
Now I'm sittin here trapped in a hole
Thinkin: "Nobody really miss you like
That when you die old"
Life is writin a book in permanent ink
Watchin the chapters fly by every
Time that you blink
How many pages you got you
Wish that you could replace?
Spillin your life and never knowin
If a reader await's
You pen a best seller? They don't
Give a fuck what you wrote
They're judgin from the shelf
So make sure your cover is dope but
But this is bigger than havin a debt
I mean I can't stop my
Brain from imaginin death
Then, out the clear blue sky
I cry random tears used to it
Me and depression been a tandem for years
I suffer from self doubt
Put a cramp in my fears if there's a God
This would be the perfect span to appear
Out the clear blue sky, I cry random tears
Out the clear blue sky, I cry random tears
They always hit me with: "Yo, Formz
Why you make sad shit?" i got no choice
You think I wanna feel like this?
And the worst part is
When I'm actually happy
Somethin inside just won't let
Me believe that's me
Ain't comfortable in my own skin, I can't win
I get lost in my head like:
"Where the fuck have I been!?"
People talk to me
I gotta say: "What?" 50 times
Ain't got a hearing problem
Just busy arguin in my mind
And then they try and tell me:
"You're just in your own head"
There ain't nowhere else to go
This where I'm born and bread
I really think I need somethin to believe in
But, I don't think that half of you
People really believe what you're believin
I am who God made me? Then
He made me to not know if God is real
So, he should know how I feel
But nah, but molestin a kid is nothin?
And my rebuttal is: God must
Be a selfish motha fucka think about it
Ain't soul searchin, I think I know who I am
I try and like me
But I don't really know if I can
I'm too real with myself
Sometimes I wish I could lie
I react a certain way
And then I'm wonderin why
If somethin ain't doin what it should
I'll probably break it
So if my brain ain't workin right
How much longer can I take it?
I'm too busy doin nothin
I got no time to eat
It's like I'm always in bed
But I'm never asleep
I'm not sure that it's' the
Music that I'm listenin to
There's gotta be another reason
Why I'm miserable
I know the more fun you have
The quicker time go so maybe if I'm always
Depressed, it'll go slow, i dunno
One day ask someone to play
A game of Russian roulette
What you expect that they'll say?
They'll probably hit you with a: "No way!"
It's fucked up, we got no choice
We really playin every day but