Sunshine Christo - Working 365 II lyrics
[Sunshine Christo - Working 365 II lyrics]
Yeah, everyone loved the first one
So I made a sequel, a sequel
Do you know what that means?
It means there's a second one
They tell me I'ma blow
I told them that I know
Why you in your feelings bro?
You already left that hoe
I've come so close
But I can't find my goal
Working 365, what am I trying to find
I smoke to relieve my mind
I smoke to slow the time i put on an act and
Tell people I'm doing fine
Well that's a fucking lie
And people want to know why
When I don't know myself
Everything went so wrong
Why do I even make songs
They tell me I'ma blow all for what though?
If I make it big, I'll still fuck it up
I'm still fucking high
I'm still dying yeah
They tell me I'ma blow all for what though?
If I make it big, I'll still fuck it up
I'm still fucking high
I'm still dying yeah
What's the point of getting clout
When I won't be around
I can't wait to die and have
All the fake come out
Saying that they fucked with me
Saying that they rode with me
Very few people really did
I'm tired of being nice
When all I get is mistreated, mistreated
You expected a happy song
But I can't make happy songs
I'm not happy after all
There's cracks in the wall
I'm starting to fall i'm going to fall
This isn't what I want
But this is what I got working 365
No, I'm not fly guy
I'm being buried in my own writing
I feel so dead i can't be alive
I want to end my life
There I fucking I said it
Bring me to therapy and the
Doctor still wouldn't get it
They tell me I'ma blow
I told them I don't know
I don't wanna do this anymore
Even with the views I'm still unsure
They tell me I'ma blow
I tell them that I know
Self destructing, I already know
So I made a sequel, a sequel
Do you know what that means?
It means there's a second one
They tell me I'ma blow
I told them that I know
Why you in your feelings bro?
You already left that hoe
I've come so close
But I can't find my goal
Working 365, what am I trying to find
I smoke to relieve my mind
I smoke to slow the time i put on an act and
Tell people I'm doing fine
Well that's a fucking lie
And people want to know why
When I don't know myself
Everything went so wrong
Why do I even make songs
They tell me I'ma blow all for what though?
If I make it big, I'll still fuck it up
I'm still fucking high
I'm still dying yeah
They tell me I'ma blow all for what though?
If I make it big, I'll still fuck it up
I'm still fucking high
I'm still dying yeah
What's the point of getting clout
When I won't be around
I can't wait to die and have
All the fake come out
Saying that they fucked with me
Saying that they rode with me
Very few people really did
I'm tired of being nice
When all I get is mistreated, mistreated
You expected a happy song
But I can't make happy songs
I'm not happy after all
There's cracks in the wall
I'm starting to fall i'm going to fall
This isn't what I want
But this is what I got working 365
No, I'm not fly guy
I'm being buried in my own writing
I feel so dead i can't be alive
I want to end my life
There I fucking I said it
Bring me to therapy and the
Doctor still wouldn't get it
They tell me I'ma blow
I told them I don't know
I don't wanna do this anymore
Even with the views I'm still unsure
They tell me I'ma blow
I tell them that I know
Self destructing, I already know