Phone rang I’m not picking up my inner thoughts
They all thinking that I’m kinda slow tip and toe around they words
Lower down my worth into a coffin
Set it right beside my self esteem
I fell asleep inside my dreams and had a nightmare
Tell me tell me
Why would you care?
Why would you even care about me?
What about me?
Is so wrong that I walk deformed down these spacious halls
My environment is bending to my apathetic will
My tales way too tall to tell
But I’m just gracious that we don’t talk so much anymore
Swore you off and cut the phone cord
I been so lost nowhere to go
Can’t call my friends no one at home
I grab my board getting ready to leave
You’d all be better off without me
Constantly clowning
Shoes getting worn out
Squeezing my nose as I’m rapping in front of a crowd
Just keep on laughing I’m covered in storm clouds
Swear that theres nothing wrong with me
You can call but the line is disconnected
Either try and get the tone or miss the message
Swear that theres nothing wrong with me
You can call but the line is disconnected
Either try and get the tone or miss the message
Swimming in and out of conversations
Situations contemplation inundated with the copy-paste of missing pages
If I’m breaking norms I skip the basics
Changing form face expresses raging storms
What are you hearing right now?
I’m making messes staying bored keep taking messages as more like every other sentence is
Hephaestus in the forge it festers got my head in the clouds
Mental a gorge
Sentimental for the day I put my heart in the boards
Beating so loud
It’s under the floor hearing it now
Please I implore
Rip every piece of it out
What little peace I afford is lock and key for the mouth
Can’t really speak to the horde without five feet in the door
One in the dirt time
Keeping the score
I’m racking numbers and baggage earnings and burns
My backstage just murders its curtains
I’m curdling worse
Every other word is a curse I am my last name
I have mangled and f#cked with the first
I’m just waiting for the back pain and shaken hands
And my first rack from the rap same dream that I’ll have when I can’t adapt
And crack
Swear that theres nothing wrong with me
You can call but the line is disconnected
Either try and get the tone or miss the message
Swear that theres nothing wrong with me
You can call but the line is disconnected
Either try and get the tone or miss the message
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Saint Sleep Lyrics – Character Limit