(Die)
Tried for better
Oh I never
Would achieve anything more
Than what I have
They all laugh
I will never go on tour
What's the point of trying?
What's the point in trying?
It wouldn't make a difference even if I could be dying
Where's the legacy?
What legacy?
I will live a life of audience celibacy
In a ditch for all to see
No one will listen to this
This is either miss or miss
No top 100 lists
No one listens to a self diss
Worth nothing
Shaking in my boots
I say something
The universe wants me to lose
The odds are stacked against me
The odds are stacked against you
The odds are stacked against us
So welcome to the club
Tried for better
Oh I never
Would achieve anything more
Than what I have
They all laugh
I will never go on tour
What's the point of trying?
What's the point in trying?
What's the point of trying?
What's the point in trying?
What's the point of trying?
What's the point in trying?
What's the point of trying?
What's the point in trying?
What's the point of trying?
Welcome to the club
Belonging or longing
Or somewhere in between?
Want to internalise
Want prying eyes
And grips to move
Positioning you against your will
Whilst sticky fingers
And whispers are all pointed
Akin to an unsuitable lifestyle?
Canonised immortalised
Like university alumni
Always there
But never present
Dissociating, I'm braking
Fragmentented on the floor
Things are building up
The things I wish I could ignore
Dissociating, I'm braking
Fragmentented on the floor
Things are looking up
The things I wish I could ignore
Belonging or longing
Or somewhere in between
Dissociating
Fragmented on the floor
Things are looking up
The things I wish I could ignore
Tried Video (MV)
Performed By: Men Friends
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Kamil Dharamshi, Rebecca Walker
Men Friends - Tried Lyrics
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(Die)
Tried for better
Oh I never
Would achieve anything more
Than what I have
They all laugh
I will never go on tour
What's the point of trying?
What's the point in trying?
It wouldn't make a difference even if I could be dying
Where's the legacy?
What legacy?
I will live a life of audience celibacy
In a ditch for all to see
No one will listen to this
This is either miss or miss
No top 100 lists
No one listens to a self diss
Worth nothing
Shaking in my boots
I say something
The universe wants me to lose
The odds are stacked against me
The odds are stacked against you
The odds are stacked against us
So welcome to the club
Tried for better
Oh I never
Would achieve anything more
Than what I have
They all laugh
I will never go on tour
What's the point of trying?
What's the point in trying?
What's the point of trying?
What's the point in trying?
What's the point of trying?
What's the point in trying?
What's the point of trying?
What's the point in trying?
What's the point of trying?
Welcome to the club
Belonging or longing
Or somewhere in between?
Want to internalise
Want prying eyes
And grips to move
Positioning you against your will
Whilst sticky fingers
And whispers are all pointed
Akin to an unsuitable lifestyle?
Canonised immortalised
Like university alumni
Always there
But never present
Dissociating, I'm braking
Fragmentented on the floor
Things are building up
The things I wish I could ignore
Dissociating, I'm braking
Fragmentented on the floor
Things are looking up
The things I wish I could ignore
Belonging or longing
Or somewhere in between
Dissociating
Fragmented on the floor
Things are looking up
The things I wish I could ignore
Tried for better
Oh I never
Would achieve anything more
Than what I have
They all laugh
I will never go on tour
What's the point of trying?
What's the point in trying?
It wouldn't make a difference even if I could be dying
Where's the legacy?
What legacy?
I will live a life of audience celibacy
In a ditch for all to see
No one will listen to this
This is either miss or miss
No top 100 lists
No one listens to a self diss
Worth nothing
Shaking in my boots
I say something
The universe wants me to lose
The odds are stacked against me
The odds are stacked against you
The odds are stacked against us
So welcome to the club
Tried for better
Oh I never
Would achieve anything more
Than what I have
They all laugh
I will never go on tour
What's the point of trying?
What's the point in trying?
What's the point of trying?
What's the point in trying?
What's the point of trying?
What's the point in trying?
What's the point of trying?
What's the point in trying?
What's the point of trying?
Welcome to the club
Belonging or longing
Or somewhere in between?
Want to internalise
Want prying eyes
And grips to move
Positioning you against your will
Whilst sticky fingers
And whispers are all pointed
Akin to an unsuitable lifestyle?
Canonised immortalised
Like university alumni
Always there
But never present
Dissociating, I'm braking
Fragmentented on the floor
Things are building up
The things I wish I could ignore
Dissociating, I'm braking
Fragmentented on the floor
Things are looking up
The things I wish I could ignore
Belonging or longing
Or somewhere in between
Dissociating
Fragmented on the floor
Things are looking up
The things I wish I could ignore
Writer: Kamil Dharamshi, Rebecca Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid