Capital - Options Lyrics

Hashtag, new year new me
With the same dad jokes and the same mom jeans
With the same damn song by the same damn means
I'm the same damn kid with the same damn dreams
And while I got you, there's a link in my bio
They say it sounds as bad as your little cousins recital
They say it sounds white like I'm working the bread aisle
I'm failing so good it's becoming my lifestyle
I swear it's high school again
Everybody hanging out with 2 or 3 of their friends
I try to play the game it ends before it begins
Elephant up in the room ain't ever gonna fit in

Damn, I think the kid lost it
Last one's gonna cost him
Yeah last nail in your coffin
Figure shit out get you some better options
I swear to god I think the kid lost it
Last one's gonna cost ya
Yeah last nail in your coffin
Figure shit out get you some better options

Making shit since I was in the 9th grade
Bussin tables and working for minimum wage
Man, $5.50 really fueled the dream
Same thing cause I'm the only one on my team
Video? I direct that. New song? I produce that
New merch? I design that. Credit? I don't take that
It's all about the guts I don't care about the glory
No ifs, ands, or buts, keep it humble like a John story
Popular or not I always spit the truth
I'm tracking in my kitchen I ain't got not booth
Talk shit on me it ain't no use
Couldn't care less about you dudes
I wanna throw away my phone
Stare at my screen make me feel so alone
Make your head so big it be looking like a globe
I don't fit on the planet E.T. phone home

Damn, I think the kid lost it
Last one's gonna cost him
Yeah last nail in your coffin
Figure shit out get you some better options
I swear to god I think the kid lost it
Last one's gonna cost ya
Yeah last nail in your coffin
Figure shit out get you some better options

Is this really where I wanna be?
Feel like I only move backwards
Tomorrow I'll be 93
Cause time keeps moving faster
Am I working hard enough?
Or do I let the days slip away?
Losing time with the ones I love
For just a chance to be something great
Call me Tommy Wiseau but I ain't that bad
Lock myself in The Room with some beats in my head
So I pour out my brain with a pen and a pad
And rely on my gut cause it's all that I have
And maybe it's all that I need
With more people there's more mouths to feed
And maybe now I'm just planting my seed
And we can watch it grow as high as the trees

Damn, I think the kid lost it
Last one's gonna cost him
Yeah last nail in your coffin
Figure shit out get you some better options
I swear to god I think the kid lost it
Last one's gonna cost ya
Yeah last nail in your coffin
Figure shit out get you some better options