1-9-25 Lyrics

I touch home and get my head right

I've been home, sick

Literally the first nine days of 2025

So I read and write

Wipe my nose and wipe eyes

Haven't given up

Will it ever materialize?

I ain't into material eyes

I don't want no fake tits

Or AI

Disconnect and goodbye

No more haunted poltergeist

In this zeitgeist, life isn't right

Stuck inside a screen

Stuck inside a mic

Can you hear me now?

Hours turn to sounds

Underground

No more bud, no more porn

Fast and found

Lost the anxiety inside of me a bit

So that's good

Lost my job cause it was seasonal

So that's not good

But Indeed I'll find another

Got an interview tomorrow

Keep on praying reading Luke

With Darth Vader on the move

Playing RJD2, Ghostwriter

I'm writing to my future self

With my belt

Tighten up and grab onto like

Baby close your eyes, this is real life

Baby close your eyes, touch up on Mike

And I don't wanna lie

I ain't the same type

And I don't wanna lie

My bed just feels right

Maybe I can use the rest

Dream a little dream instead

In my dreams I'm not sick

In my dreams I'm not this

Had a luscious head of hair

Fighting zombies when they appear

Family lost that reappear

Podcast playing in my ear

But I gotta get better soon

So much music to get back to

Got a mixtape dropping called

Complete Unknown

Got an album dropping with

Ramon Serrano

And some next level fight the devil type shit

Vibrations for your heart and for your mind lift

But we can get together soon

I'll see you next Good Afternoon