(Time, time is very precious to me
I don’t know how much I have left
But I have some things I would like to say
Hopefully, at the end, I’ll have some that’s important to someone else, but-)
Hey, okay, my room is dim
All I write are sad songs in my loony bin
No one’s going to tune me in
No one’s been a truer friend
Than this [?] that you sip off as you’re brewing gin
Maybe if I hit a few trees
I wouldn’t be depressed for like fifty-two weeks
In a row, I ain’t no mathematician
But after sitting in my room and always having to envision
Half of you were laughing [?] and asked me to diminish
And quit, and you wish that my ass would do the dishes
[?]
I’m happy, and my attitude is leisure
Fuck growing up [?]
Damn, why’d you ask to use the bleachers?
When the stage is up, but I’ve played enough
Hope you feel my pain when I’m laughing through your speakers
You say I’m falling, can you please let me go?
You say I’m all in, but I think I’m going to fall
Life is short, but the days are long, so long, yeah
And if I’m singing, then this must be a song
If you feel me, sing along
Depression is progression
But progress ain’t always a good pro
I’m sorry, I should know
That every single party I been to
Is like a zombie watch
Alcoholic ambiance
Probably blame my mommy on it
On and on at six
All I do is whine and kick
While signing bitch’s tits
After a time or two, I finally choose to quit
I’m not that bad guy I make myself out to be, kids
Out of my wits, I shout at the moon
And I’ll be goddamned if you find me out of my room
I’m hotter than blue, I’m not in the mood
To be sad, come on Riz, what has gotten to you?
Thankfully, I gained some speed, and aimed to be a role model
But so far, I’m an old car, with a broke throttle
No sign of flashes, but the flashbacks
But I’m okay, I’m going to take a few cracks at
You say I’m falling, can you please let me go?
You say I’m all in, but I think I’m going to fall
Life is short, but the days are long, so long, yeah
And if I’m singing, then this must be a song
If you feel me, sing along