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braden ross - artist كلمات أغنية

[intro]
d_mn it

[verse 1]
what’s the point of being anxious if you’re kept from what you want
false protection, learn a lesson that your brain keeps f_cking up
(keeps f_cking up, keeps f_cking up, keeps f_cking up, keeps f_cking up)

[pre_chorus]
i don’t know what it is, but i know what it’s not
not the blood from my wrists or the fear in my heart
every spark that i get doesn’t fail to depart
any hope i have left falls apart

[interlude]
look, i don’t have time for that
it’s [?] now

[verse 2]
what’s the point taking chances if it all comes down to luck
(comes down to luck, comes down to luck)
the false reflection of perfection, give the people what they want
(what they want, what they want)
but what if you don’t know the answer, so you take two stеps backwards
and the person you see, yeah, thеy don’t look like who you wanted to be
you’re all alone, hold the world up to your ears
get dial tones from your friends who’ve disappeared
[pre_chorus]
i don’t know who i am, but i know who i’m not
not the boy with the plan, just the man who forgot
takes a lot just to live when your shooting for the top
make it stop, never thought i would say

[chorus]
f_ck being an artist, i said it there it is
want me to be honest? it’s just not worth all of this
i thought it’d be cathartic to keep it melodic
i know i was so f_cking naive
wish i’d never started ‘cause now i’m neurotic
don’t know what compelled me to believe i could be an artist
i’ve tried to hold it in as something to harness
and turn to strength from within
i wanted to stop it, keep pain symbiotic
now i know that’s so f_cking naive
ignored all the logic, brain became necrotic
don’t know why i selfishly believed i could be an artist

[bridge]
should i keep running?
kind of funny, could get lucky
if i didn’t sit and wonder why my feet don’t touch the ground
(i could be an artist)
do i deserve to make that sound ’cause i’d die to know
(don’t know what compelled me to believe i could be an artist)
(i could be an artist)
if i should say goodbye to all i’ve grown from being an artist
(don’t know what compelled me to believe i could be an artist)
[outro]
was i too stupid to see one in a million and i thought it’d be me?
grow up ‘cause maybe you’re not good enough
aimless at twenty_four
thought you’d finally be more than being an artist

- braden ross

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