Creature Lyrics

[Chorus]
It's three o'clock, times running out
I rather sleep in than write all about
How I'm depressed, how to get out
'Cause I don't know shit I said, "f*ck it," and made it work out
I'm a mess (Mess), I guess (I guess)
But for some reason they stay impressed
I'm a pess- (Pess-) imist (Imist)
Optimism is something I miss
I kinda knew I'd be here all alone
But I never thought I'd do this shit and do it on my own (Do it on my own)
Start writing, stop checkin' on your phone
My mind races at some paces that are currently unknown (Currently unknown)

[Verse]
I'm not stoned, well maybe just a bit
Hard to write a song if you don't take another hit
Cancel all your plans today, you're 'bout to write a hit
Probably f*cking not, but you won't know unless you sit
Does the energy around you ever get (Around you ever get)
Inside your cerebellum, tell me everything is shit (Tell me everything is shit)
Sleep away the day again and call it f*cking quits (And call it f*cking quits)
An easel to present a thought about the way I live (Thought about the way I live)
2017 was the year that I thought I'd kick (Year that I thought I'd kick)
The bucket underneath my feet and slide into the pit (Feet and slide into the pit)
Reach into the sky and said, "The clouds are looking lit" (Said, "The clouds are looking lit") But angels never die so I'ma respawn real quick, yeah (Respawn real quick)
Did this kid really name his album after his cat? (After his cat)
Does he smoke a lot and how's his mom feel 'bout that? (Mom feel 'bout that)
Dude, please check my music out, my shit really slaps (Shit really slaps)
f*ck you, dickhead, why won't you DM me back? (DM me back)
Y'all really wanna work with me, well how about that? (How about that?)
These lines are real DM's that I'll never hit back (I'll never hit back)
I don't sell features so don't ask about that (Don't ask about that)
God, please don't hit me with another group chat

[Chorus]
It's three o'clock, times running out
I rather sleep in than write all about
How I'm depressed, how to get out
'Cause I don't know shit I said, "f*ck it," and made it work out
I'm a mess (Mess), I guess (I guess)
But for some reason they stay impressed
I'm a pess- (Pess-) imist (Imist)
Optimism is something I miss
I kinda knew I'd be here all alone
But I never thought I'd do this shit and do it on my own (Do it on my own)
Start writing, stop checkin' on your phone
My mind races at some paces that are currently unknown (Currently unknown)

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