Tropes - ROUNDS lyrics

Now I keep telling myself maybe- maybe
I'm a bit oversensitive, y'know
And it's it's starting to work there's no
More-y'know no more voices
Going "Apapapapa"

Ugh, I seen you 'round
Feel like a boxer, take him
Out with just a round, yeah
If he talking, leave him leaking
On the ground now, ugh
What the fuck you gotta say for yourself now?
You a walking punchline, I'ma punch down
Talking too loud, he get gunned down
Like, motor work, put that boy to work
He don't know it hurt sorry, sir
I'ma be the first to tell you
It don't work like that

First off, second off, I think you a rat
Twenty one questions I'ma ask
You off the bat
Yeah, back off, yeah, that's mine to catch
(Mine to catch)

C-C-C-C-C-C-Caught you on thе footage
Houses made of wood and nothing еlse
Goddess mind, gotta shine
Shining too bright tonight
Like, maybe you're right
Like, give me the way to go
Like, give me the weighted blanket
I wish I didn't take it

Ugh, that's bullshit
Why you talking 'bout it?
I can't be or crown it
Fuck, this room is crowded
I can't be here no more
You can't talk, I'll reload
They will never see you
I can't help but bleed out, yeah
You go, yeah i laugh and you don't, yeah
Don't be short, 'cause life's short enough
I let her hang on me
'cause I'm a wall mount
I live in a dollhouse, I cannot relate to you
Everything's so miniscule
I'm just talking little rooms
Why am I so cynical? Tell me
What I mean to you

Ugh, I seen you 'round
Feel like a boxer, take him
Out with just a round, yeah
If he talking, leave him leaking
On the ground now, ugh
What the fuck you gotta say for yourself now?
You a walking punchline, I'ma punch down
Talking too loud, he get gunned down
Like, motor work, put that boy to work
He don't know it hurt sorry, sir
I'ma be the first to tell you
It don't work like that