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Screen lights, they are making me sick Wanna hit the strings but can't find my pick I'm losing control But nobody knows Scrolling through my screen Seeing people talk but they don't know what they mean They go do this and say yes But their life's still a mess Artificial Way of living Ain't got no feeling Just money, money, money I'm so tired with all the sands under my feet Can I just retire, and spend the rest on my bedsheet Cus' it's so exhausting to think what the world could be The heat, the rain, the cold, I just wanna sleep It's twenty and twenty The only thing you care is money Just wanna write and sing Let me do my thing I don't care anywhere If you give me a ride, I'll be there Always put my heart out Don't you ever doubt This artificial Way of doing Ain't got no greeting Just money, money, money I'm so tired with all the sands under my feet Can I just retire, and spend the rest on my bedsheet Cus' it's so exhausting to think what the world could be The heat, the rain, the cold, I just wanna sleep I woke up there's so much on my feed Let's get justice for the man who can't breath I'm only nineteen not twenty yet But felt like this place's a mess Now, we've got a big racist running the USA Back in my homeland, corrupted men getting away I wanna see the change but all I can do is just sit there and pray y'all I'm so tired with all the sands under my feet Can I just retire, and spend the rest on my bedsheet Cus' it's so exhausting to think what the world could be The heat, the rain, the cold, I just wanna sleep