Sound Lyrics

I take another trip downtown

Just to hear loud sounds

But its fake

I never would have sat around frowning and lied down pouting today

And

Driving past memories

That make me miss my youth

And i cant control time so what the fuck am i to do

But theres something 'bout how

I grew up and found out

That theres something 'bout sound that I love

I bet you cannot guess what i do first

When i sit down to write a verse

Critique the fuck out of it

No one love it

But i loved it first

Something feel good when i curse

And when i say mean things with words

And doubt the fucking universe

But thinking like that is the worst

And thinking like that never works

Manifesting must be broke

Ripped and burnt the messages to myself yesterday i wrote

Thinking about buying rope

What would be my dying hope?

Thinking saylor should get high like i am on a flying boat

Die or smoke i cannot chose

Environment providing both

What is your deciding vote?

What the fuck i'm crying for?

Why the fuck i'm trying so hard but you just lying to me

Guess fuck my dying throat

Feel myself come flying home

I take another trip downtown

Just to hear loud sounds

But its fake

I never would have sat around frowning and lied down pouting today

And

Driving past memories

That make me miss my youth

And i cant control time so what the fuck am i to do

But theres something 'bout how

I grew up and found out

That theres something 'bout sound that I love