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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
fats'e youngburial
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Lyrics
Flow so cold, man so bold, giving them a
Fucking style just to call their own
Considering everything, hating myself
Only makes sense, sitting dormant on the couch
Waiting for excitement, nowhere to be found
Existing is stagnant, tired and bored
Like a carpenter, trying to fix a wall
But forgot to bring all of the tools
I feel stuck, unaccomplished, unamused
Means to an end, just like everything I do
Nothing brings me joy anymore
Is this normal? Is this normal?
Nothing brings me joy anymore
Is this normal? Is this normal?
It's all informal, it's all informal
Flow so cold, man so bold, giving them a
Fucking style just to call their own
Ain't been working how I'd like, such a force
Nothing feels natural anymore
Music never felt like more of a chore
I wish it wasn't like this anymore
Forever sore
Missing all my friends that I ignore
Nothing brings me joy anymore
Is this normal? Is this normal?
Nothing brings me joy anymore
Is this normal? Is this normal?
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