Sweet ft. Torino P

ALuis, yeah, what can fear bring, yeah, small glimpse of you being free, uh, a slight

Grip on what you could be, yeah, an illusion of the worst to come, yeah, hit the plateau

While I'm writing songs, yeah, the motivation never came around, words are harder just

To write them down, cause I truly feel lately I'm not good enough, brainstorming with the

Runaround, is it the fact that I'm burning out, I'm getting tired writing songs, same

Turnaround, it's all I have in the meantime, it's deeper than the drive, I live with the

Shadows of my best songs, some I feel I could never top, I'm 26, I'm not getting young

I'm the vet with a scarce spot, I can turn pop, but of course not, but just hold up, I can

Write heartbreaks for them white girls, singing Khaled in the student lounge, it's hard to

Get away from them same songs, damn, I hope it's not the same song, I can feel it lately