ORIGINAL SELF - BSC (feat. OWUNNaH) Lyrics

I'll give you something to die about
From chest to reach pull your dreams around
We start to slither and tangle now
No question I'm here till final rounds
It's the drama they want
Look
I think too much
Get caught up in all the things I want
Then wake up
Not again
Rock bottom
Then I start to wonder is it me
The people gotta tell me what the people want from me
Is it art
Is it pain
Is it youth
Make it rain
From the cradle to the grave
Blame the way that I was raised
Standing on business till it's a business
I've been living in a world I fear I don't belong
So far from normal now all of it's too f*cked up
Sick of cycles and the dream the noose the carry on
You ask and I respond
How can I carry on
How could I
How could I
How could I
How could I
How could I
How could I
How could I switch
How could I change
How could I flip
How could I flip
How could I give up now
How could I
How could I
How could I
How could I
Standing on business until it's a business I'm on my own way home
Standing on business until it's a business I'm on my own way home
I am here till my final resting place
We are here till our final resting place
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
How could I carry on
How could I carry on
How could I carry on
How could I not
How could I
How could I
Oh my god one more time
They want the drama
Look
I've been living in a world I fear I don't belong
I've been living in a world I fear I don't belong
I've been living in a world I fear I don't belong
I've been living in a world I don't belong