Self conscious in my room
Singing to myself, lost
Thinking of you
Listen to yourself!
What's been keeping you
Away from me baby?
What's been keeping you
From dropping me?
I'm gonna leave it to chance
I'm gonna f*ck around and f*ck a fan
I'm gonna f*ck around and make a song about it
Sorry bout it, I been thinking long about it
Happy times, they don't last that long
(Why) the f*ck you think that I wrote this song?
I can't explain why I'm going insane, no
The pressure is cooking just like a grenade and
I'm worried it's gonna blow up in my brain
It's ok but it's not ok
They be askin', hey are you ok
Why you askin'?
You knnow that I'm not. so pack all your things
And get out of my spot
The last thing I want is for you to get lost
Don't send me your sauce
I don't give a shit about it
It's only fitting
Would you give a shit if my music was shitty?
You don't give a shit anyway
But I can't complain
You're a slave to your own mentality
Vitality
Is a fallacy
My brain says f*ck formality!
Don't know why she's still mad at me
But I blame my lack of salary
Mallory, Valerie, it has to be
One of the two faking names for the sake of the pain
She'll look into this I know, but baby
That's just the way this game is played
Don't hate the player, hate the person starring back at you in the mirror
Hate the person who won't let him get near her
F*ck more than once and I'm still here
It's amazing, how I'm still here after all of this pain
It's cliche to say that I'm going insane
So let me explain it
Let me tell you how you f*cked up my brain
It started with saying one thing and then doing the other
You blamed it on the approval of your mother
A million different reasons I've uncovered
It all relates to one thing and it's not loving me enough
TecalaBeats - Melancholy (feat. Babyface from the South) Lyrics
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Self conscious in my room
Singing to myself, lost
Thinking of you
Listen to yourself!
What's been keeping you
Away from me baby?
What's been keeping you
From dropping me?
I'm gonna leave it to chance
I'm gonna f*ck around and f*ck a fan
I'm gonna f*ck around and make a song about it
Sorry bout it, I been thinking long about it
Happy times, they don't last that long
(Why) the f*ck you think that I wrote this song?
I can't explain why I'm going insane, no
The pressure is cooking just like a grenade and
I'm worried it's gonna blow up in my brain
It's ok but it's not ok
They be askin', hey are you ok
Why you askin'?
You knnow that I'm not. so pack all your things
And get out of my spot
The last thing I want is for you to get lost
Don't send me your sauce
I don't give a shit about it
It's only fitting
Would you give a shit if my music was shitty?
You don't give a shit anyway
But I can't complain
You're a slave to your own mentality
Vitality
Is a fallacy
My brain says f*ck formality!
Don't know why she's still mad at me
But I blame my lack of salary
Mallory, Valerie, it has to be
One of the two faking names for the sake of the pain
She'll look into this I know, but baby
That's just the way this game is played
Don't hate the player, hate the person starring back at you in the mirror
Hate the person who won't let him get near her
F*ck more than once and I'm still here
It's amazing, how I'm still here after all of this pain
It's cliche to say that I'm going insane
So let me explain it
Let me tell you how you f*cked up my brain
It started with saying one thing and then doing the other
You blamed it on the approval of your mother
A million different reasons I've uncovered
It all relates to one thing and it's not loving me enough
Singing to myself, lost
Thinking of you
Listen to yourself!
What's been keeping you
Away from me baby?
What's been keeping you
From dropping me?
I'm gonna leave it to chance
I'm gonna f*ck around and f*ck a fan
I'm gonna f*ck around and make a song about it
Sorry bout it, I been thinking long about it
Happy times, they don't last that long
(Why) the f*ck you think that I wrote this song?
I can't explain why I'm going insane, no
The pressure is cooking just like a grenade and
I'm worried it's gonna blow up in my brain
It's ok but it's not ok
They be askin', hey are you ok
Why you askin'?
You knnow that I'm not. so pack all your things
And get out of my spot
The last thing I want is for you to get lost
Don't send me your sauce
I don't give a shit about it
It's only fitting
Would you give a shit if my music was shitty?
You don't give a shit anyway
But I can't complain
You're a slave to your own mentality
Vitality
Is a fallacy
My brain says f*ck formality!
Don't know why she's still mad at me
But I blame my lack of salary
Mallory, Valerie, it has to be
One of the two faking names for the sake of the pain
She'll look into this I know, but baby
That's just the way this game is played
Don't hate the player, hate the person starring back at you in the mirror
Hate the person who won't let him get near her
F*ck more than once and I'm still here
It's amazing, how I'm still here after all of this pain
It's cliche to say that I'm going insane
So let me explain it
Let me tell you how you f*cked up my brain
It started with saying one thing and then doing the other
You blamed it on the approval of your mother
A million different reasons I've uncovered
It all relates to one thing and it's not loving me enough
Writer: Julian Perez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid