Oliver Walker - Coffee Shop lyrics
[Oliver Walker - Coffee Shop lyrics]
I’m waiting for my coffee in the morning
See them, waiting for miles
Hundreds of workers they yawning but I’m not
One of them, so I don’t feel
Sympathetic, it’s more empathy than sympathy
We gone play the symphony but
They make the keys and the strings
And the wheels for our cars
That get lowered cause of deals
That shit’s not going far
They do 9-5 jobs just for they families not
Happiness cause what job makes
Them really happy
Maybe chasing they dreams but they need that
Money and reality starts bearing down
It’s crazy what that used to mean to mе
But now it don’t mean nothing
Cause I’m not apart of it, see I’m
17, with big Dreams i’m a kid who nеver sees
The real and the fake
Like what’s real and what’s cake?
And what is good enough
Cause I have got it all
But that ain’t good enough
I’m selfish, and narcissistic
I started off this song talking bout workers
And now I’m on my own shit pathetic
I act all innocent and keen
To learn about all of the problems in our
World but I don’t get that shit
I’m lazy, and not interesting
But I act like Kanye West when really
I’m nothing when I’m compared to him
This is self pity, I am a joke
But a joke is really funny
Well I guess I’m just a note in a bad song
That stays for so long all I got was a hug
But It’s what I deserve
Yes, I’ve changed but I still know
People that I have hurt
I still know people that I’ve hurt yeah
And I watch the sun set over
The hill with my friends
Couple of ‘em over there taking pills
But I don’t do that stuff
Cause I listened to my mom when she
Told don’t do drugs, whoops, I lied
I’m not tough enough in fact, I’m weak
I’m a pussy, can’t you see
I am scared of everybody that I meet
Well, at first, but then I relax
And I sit back then I sit back
There are no revelations
I use my rap songs to have the
Conversations that I want to have
Cause I hate talking face to face
That’s why I’d rather call a
Hotline then go downstairs and talk about
My problems with my parents, it’s too late
Damn it’s too late
He’s waiting for his coffee in the
Morning see myself in the reflection
As I hold the cup I’m
Pouring all the coffee in
I see him zoning out to space
I play this song back through my head
As I step in their place is it too late?
I think it’s too late
See them, waiting for miles
Hundreds of workers they yawning but I’m not
One of them, so I don’t feel
Sympathetic, it’s more empathy than sympathy
We gone play the symphony but
They make the keys and the strings
And the wheels for our cars
That get lowered cause of deals
That shit’s not going far
They do 9-5 jobs just for they families not
Happiness cause what job makes
Them really happy
Maybe chasing they dreams but they need that
Money and reality starts bearing down
It’s crazy what that used to mean to mе
But now it don’t mean nothing
Cause I’m not apart of it, see I’m
17, with big Dreams i’m a kid who nеver sees
The real and the fake
Like what’s real and what’s cake?
And what is good enough
Cause I have got it all
But that ain’t good enough
I’m selfish, and narcissistic
I started off this song talking bout workers
And now I’m on my own shit pathetic
I act all innocent and keen
To learn about all of the problems in our
World but I don’t get that shit
I’m lazy, and not interesting
But I act like Kanye West when really
I’m nothing when I’m compared to him
This is self pity, I am a joke
But a joke is really funny
Well I guess I’m just a note in a bad song
That stays for so long all I got was a hug
But It’s what I deserve
Yes, I’ve changed but I still know
People that I have hurt
I still know people that I’ve hurt yeah
And I watch the sun set over
The hill with my friends
Couple of ‘em over there taking pills
But I don’t do that stuff
Cause I listened to my mom when she
Told don’t do drugs, whoops, I lied
I’m not tough enough in fact, I’m weak
I’m a pussy, can’t you see
I am scared of everybody that I meet
Well, at first, but then I relax
And I sit back then I sit back
There are no revelations
I use my rap songs to have the
Conversations that I want to have
Cause I hate talking face to face
That’s why I’d rather call a
Hotline then go downstairs and talk about
My problems with my parents, it’s too late
Damn it’s too late
He’s waiting for his coffee in the
Morning see myself in the reflection
As I hold the cup I’m
Pouring all the coffee in
I see him zoning out to space
I play this song back through my head
As I step in their place is it too late?
I think it’s too late