.clutter. (remaster) ft. DJ.Fresh Lyrics

Maybe all the things you said about me were true

Or maybe you projected shit you hate about you

Perhaps we only fought

Because there was something to lose

But we could never talk this out

Too busy singing the blues

There you go again

Switching up those moods

While I'm dying on this hill

Catching up with old news

You were scratching the itch

Trying to reopen closed wounds

I was sizing up opps

Didn't see goalposts move

But who really needs a muse

Ain't that struggle enough

Another tricky situation

Am I in trouble or love

Stick my shovel in the mud

And work up out of this hole

Keep running late

Trying to make up

For the time that you stole

See, first you lost control

And next comes the respect

Yeah, you've got all that charisma

But you're lacking finesse

Your lip service ain't perfect

It be average at best

But we all got limitations

That we have to accept

Got a clock on my wall

With the incorrect time

A stack of books I need to read

But I still haven't tried

Loose papers laying round

That I'll never organize

And a closet full of band tees

In the wrong size

I got people that I love

But never see my face

And others I don't like

Yet I deal with everyday

I had a box full of records

It seems I misplaced

Now I got a new excuse

When you ask why I'm awake

Maybe every shakey bridge I build is meant to burn

And all the delicate things I touch are bound to break

It feels like every word I say is out of turn

Turn

But I won't let y'all asses lie right to my face

I keep on swearing one day you're going to learn

But I'm still searching for the words that it takes

For you to look me in the eye and not squirm

And finally fess the fuck up to your mistakes

Why should I waste

Another second on this fight

When the reasons are vague

And I stopped caring who was right

You preach discourse by day

But lace your boots by night

You will always have your way

Or get to shooting on sight

Out of room to be kind now

I have to be free

Either way will be painful

Just a matter of degree

Up furiously scribbling

Trying to capture what I see

Heavy head, blurred vision

Chalk it up to lack of sleep

Got a clock on my wall

With the incorrect time

A stack of books I need to read

But I still haven't tried

Loose papers laying round

That I'll never organize

And a closet full of band tees

In the wrong size

I got people that I love

But never see my face

And others I don't like

Yet I deal with everyday

I had a box full of records

It seems I misplaced

Now I got a new excuse

When you ask why I'm awake

I presume the progress that I've made is incremental

And any fortune good or bad was incidental

My work ethic is rather inconsequential

And opportunities I've got are merely temporal

I hate riddles

You're full of dirty little secrets

So you assume this all happens for a reason

And each coincidence must hold a deeper meaning

But the more you repeat it

The less you believe it

At least we're in agreement

When it comes to the result

But is it really an achievement

If you win it by default

Better watch who you insult

Before them curses turn to daggers

They could very well draw laughter

Not the blood and tears your after

Motivate some stubborn bastard

To go and cut a record

You may have got the first laugh

But the last one feels much better

Do these smiles come from pleasure

Or anxiety under pressure

Or maybe its just funny

How it all came together

Got a clock on my wall

With the incorrect time

A stack of books I need to read

But I still haven't tried

Loose papers laying round

That I'll never organize

And a closet full of band tees

In the wrong size

I got people that I love

But never see my face

And others I don't like

Yet I deal with everyday

I had a box full of records

It seems I misplaced

Now I got a new excuse

When you ask why I'm awake