Sitting in my room, what am I doing? Nothing Staring out the window of my tomb, the roof crumbling My mood dumping thoughts of true tedium, and doom and abundance, wrapped in the depression that I seem to be truly in love with Look, I wanna visit Charleston again Puff a thousand more blunts, while spittin' bars with my friends. But a ticket costs a lot Cost of living, costs a lot more Which is stronger: my indifference, or persistence? Not sure Rock forth, chair squeaks, all I hear is reverb I can sense the room telling me this is what I deserve All out of kush so I can't leave Earth Stuck with visiting my memories and goals Like, could it be worse? I'm just chilling, doin' nothing on the balcony Pondering what the fuck will I amount to be Probably nothing man, according to these TH-cam comments Look I love honesty But shit, sometimes you dudes too honest! My music voodoo harmless chill, just let me do my shit I need to run, my tongue still ain't accomplished shit I move still but you dudes kill my mood Like, way too fucking much so homie I'm good No more social networking for another few months Roll up a few blunts but nothing too much And that's right, that's right we back again Float into the booth ready to rap again But I hate every take of every song Perhaps all them haters on that one thread weren't wrong What am I doing? Sitting in my room consuming, feeling fluent And saying nothing all day long No matter what I do feels like I'm always wrong My cerebral hallways long Life is a game, I'd rather go play pong The world's a stage, I'd rather roleplay on another planet Bumpin' Aesop all day long And that's right, here comes another day 'Bout to bore myself to death another way I kinda wanna stop and fucking run away But none of me has energy What the fuck has got into me? What am I doing with myself? I have influenced my own health Stopped pursuing what I felt And thus keep losing out on the future I can feel Sure, I can't fail But who cares, right? With food, chair and a mic I can't bear life And I'm too scared to lose hair And my blue hair tonight Blue chair with a gloom stare Am I too petrified? Do you care? Does who care? Um, who stares inside Blue hair in sight My blue fears in sight That's too true That's three true The truth is on five Lose sleep till fright Fuck that Imma have to do some shit Gain shit, man, once I lose some shit So Imma fucking lose my shit Throwing out the stupid pair of shoes that used to truly fit Y'all be downloading all of my shit 'cause truly dude legit Or the crew that truly spits Cross my crew? Get crucifixed Or crucified Hear them pull the loser lied What's downloading dude supplies, thus admitting dude is nice Shit, take dude advice Don't fuck with EXO, we've been fuck your ex hoes What are you doing?
@@loveinstars The lyric is all in short hand, using context I think it's meant to be read/heard like this: My music('s) voodoo(?) (nah it's) harmless, chill just let me do my shit Also "Voodoo" can just mean "magic" or "evil magic"
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I found rav's snare, its in my left ear
I didn't notice it until your comment, now it's all I hear
bongos in the right ear too?
Days go by smoother with this bumpin in your ears
travvy33 facts 😔
British man?!?
that bass
They were mad cuz op spoke the truth
He has good word play and his flow it’s just perfect
I love this bruh
The art on the album always reminds me of that one horror movie One Missed Call
Really good shit. At the very least, it’s interesting. It feels like this is overlooked tbh. Rip, more beautiful, original shit
For some reason this reminds me of acid rap chance the rapper like nana or smoke break
R! A! V!
" *potsu* "
I want to find who left those negative TH-cam comments he mentions and have a talk with them
thank them because this amazing song was created!
Sitting in my room, what am I doing?
Nothing
Staring out the window of my tomb, the roof crumbling
My mood dumping thoughts of true tedium, and doom and abundance, wrapped in the depression that I seem to be truly in love with
Look, I wanna visit Charleston again
Puff a thousand more blunts, while spittin' bars with my friends. But a ticket costs a lot
Cost of living, costs a lot more
Which is stronger: my indifference, or persistence? Not sure
Rock forth, chair squeaks, all I hear is reverb
I can sense the room telling me this is what I deserve
All out of kush so I can't leave Earth
Stuck with visiting my memories and goals
Like, could it be worse?
I'm just chilling, doin' nothing on the balcony
Pondering what the fuck will I amount to be
Probably nothing man, according to these TH-cam comments
Look I love honesty
But shit, sometimes you dudes too honest!
My music voodoo harmless chill, just let me do my shit
I need to run, my tongue still ain't accomplished shit
I move still but you dudes kill my mood
Like, way too fucking much so homie I'm good
No more social networking for another few months
Roll up a few blunts but nothing too much
And that's right, that's right we back again
Float into the booth ready to rap again
But I hate every take of every song
Perhaps all them haters on that one thread weren't wrong
What am I doing?
Sitting in my room consuming, feeling fluent
And saying nothing all day long
No matter what I do feels like I'm always wrong
My cerebral hallways long
Life is a game, I'd rather go play pong
The world's a stage, I'd rather roleplay on another planet
Bumpin' Aesop all day long
And that's right, here comes another day
'Bout to bore myself to death another way
I kinda wanna stop and fucking run away
But none of me has energy
What the fuck has got into me?
What am I doing with myself?
I have influenced my own health
Stopped pursuing what I felt
And thus keep losing out on the future I can feel
Sure, I can't fail
But who cares, right?
With food, chair and a mic
I can't bear life
And I'm too scared to lose hair
And my blue hair tonight
Blue chair with a gloom stare
Am I too petrified?
Do you care?
Does who care?
Um, who stares inside
Blue hair in sight
My blue fears in sight
That's too true
That's three true
The truth is on five
Lose sleep till fright
Fuck that
Imma have to do some shit
Gain shit, man, once I lose some shit
So Imma fucking lose my shit
Throwing out the stupid pair of shoes that used to truly fit
Y'all be downloading all of my shit 'cause truly dude legit
Or the crew that truly spits
Cross my crew? Get crucifixed
Or crucified
Hear them pull the loser lied
What's downloading dude supplies, thus admitting dude is nice
Shit, take dude advice
Don't fuck with EXO, we've been fuck your ex hoes
What are you doing?
what does my music voodoo mean i thought that was a religion
@@loveinstars The lyric is all in short hand, using context I think it's meant to be read/heard like this:
My music('s) voodoo(?) (nah it's) harmless, chill just let me do my shit
Also "Voodoo" can just mean "magic" or "evil magic"
why are the drums panned all the way to the left?
Idk, still fire tbh.
@@dinkle3206 fr
and there's like bongos panned all the way to the right
so many are quick to judge when they haven't done much like wait in line lmao fools talk the wise watch and listen
Yeah isn't that the earbud that locates it's location for activation
What am I doing
What are you doing?
@@Jvcques what is he doing?
@@llmorrillo137 what is he doing?
Nothing
@@aky0ul why is he doing
This gave me autism
In a good way I'm sure 😌
@@dinkle3206 im sure they meant in a good way :)
@@sp4cefug1tive I pray