Subasement Metropolis ft. D'Haelo, Theo & Larina Lyrics

I've been looking for a way to cope with stress and anger

My head is pure but all fizzy like its sparkling water

Avoiding alcohol and cigs to not worsen my case

Lots of messages and voicemails that I wish to erase

Always thinking bout the next release when I'm about done working like an asshole on an unreleased

My happiness decreased

For every song released

I wanna move on to the next step

I don't care anymore, yep

Pause

I've been way too much inside my fucking head lately

Haven't been able to produce any smile lately

Haven't thought about checking on my friends lately

Haven't called my grandma at all lately

Imma need to stop before I reach the boiling point

But I'm always scared to slow down my pace like I was about to disappoint

Stuck in this mindset, cant create

Stubbornness, you feel the hate?

Nine to five suck the soul out of me

Art stuck in the dome

Too drained when I get home

Get defeated after 40-hour weeks

Got a taste of all the finer things in life and I'm still bittersweet

Take a seat reload the blooper reel I seal my fate inside a camcorder

Been around long enough to go right out of order right before I even start

But don't you love to do the things you do?

Yea but it's very irritating

Sort of seems like you've been acting selfish

And I swear its always weighing on my weakened mood

Gasoline is guzzling I immolate myself to a city that just never cease to move

Like a needle in the vinyl groove

Needle in my skin I need a trophy for the biggest loser in the room

Assume it's me I've been the champ for a decade and a half

In an interview they ask me how I do it and I laugh it off like it's all an easy task

But my secret is I force myself to stay depressed

I'm a method actor baby I pretend to be a mess

Stuck in this mindset, cant create

Stubbornness, you feel the hate?

Nine to five suck the soul out of me

Art stuck in the dome

Too drained when I get home

I always find my reasons to feel poor

A bit more than I ever expect from myself or

I ever expect from anybody with teeny tiny decency

Feeling empty despite the brain itching appearing so frequently

This not the type of "Set my life to end" shit

Or the feeling of slitting my arm with the lancet

Or some random voices in my head talking hectic

It's the type of feeling of not being in the credits

It's the type of feeling, eh, fuck, let's go chill

I think I let it all out, I start to feel so ill

Already lying around crippled, we got no will, for real

End of discussion, I got no bank to blow

Or will we know? Maybe but now I have a disease so

Now hit my damn heart deep with sixteen bows, kill me, hoe

Fuck, I gotta delete that shit off my phone

Stuck in this mindset, cant create

Stubbornness, you feel the hate?

Nine to five suck the soul out of me

Art stuck in the dome

Too drained when I get home