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charles galbasin's spinoff work - workaholics anonymous. كلمات أغنية

hi, i’m charles galbasin, and i’m a workaholic

inside my every project, you’d find my ergonomics

are like a perfect circle, well rounded after hours of slogging

see, first i draw this head, then erase all of my progress, then i do it again and show my process

when you consume my content, it can be hard to swallow

so i talk about my problems in a way that you can digest

meanwhile i only eat and leave no crumbs in a song

so when i suck in, my ribs poke through my chest

and when i step on a scale it asks me “are you on yet?”

i’m looking like a twig, and i snap just as easy

just ask fruity loops, when that little red bar doesn’t go away

i could punch a hole in my wall at a single inconvenience

yet these c_nts keep hiding my phone in the ceiling
i’ll leave their ears ringing, oh, who am i threatening?

i have one earring ’cause i p_ssied out the second

i gotta be the least scary dude in the game

i’ve spent every day in bed on the route to this fame, and i’d do it again

my music deep as this depression

still i wouldn’t be out there, testing my aggression

(hook)

i don’t just..

got issues..

i got full magazine subscriptions. (d_mn)

i don’t just..

got issues

i got full magazines
(verse)

i don’t think you get how sick i am

i take such bad care of myself, my finch died

and i am sober told me “quit trying.”

feel i’ve attempted all the methods, and equations to stop feeling terrible, but the problem is depression is the constant variable

and i’m stuck in the stanley parable when it comes to the schedule of my every goal the way i love to buck it

and if i had a narrator, he could sleep on the job

‘cause if you said it’s a stretch, you ain’t be reaching at all

and if they said “censor healing” it ain’t be beeping at all

and if you said “look where you is” i ain’t be peaking at all

it’s work, and ignore the rest ‘cause i ain’t be sleeping at all

it’s sow sow sow, so i’m not reaping at all

i’m like my competition, not eating at all
i’m lifeless and numb, heart not beating at all

i’m rotting in the least beautiful way

i gotta be the least scary dude in the game

i’ve spent every day in bed on the route to this fame, and i’d do it again

my music deep as this depression

still i wouldn’t be out there, testin’ my aggression

(hook)

i don’t just..

got issues..

i got full magazinessss

(verse)

mom suggests i take a 20 minute walk everyday

roz suggests i make just _one_ song everyday

thoughts suggest i slit my wrists and k!ll myself everyday

yeah, alright.. sure, just give me a second, anyway

playing date everything, writing full plays

wear the same thing everyday, so they say change

but i’m playing date everything, and writing this song

writing, writing, writing, rotting like the crumbs on the plate on my dresser

scrolling socials, deleting photos for my storage, making bracelets, thinking ’bout my trauma, tryna memorize these lines, and performing to my wall

in other words, i ain’t take a f_cking walk at all

i’m writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing

writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing

okay imma finally listen, and actually do the knife thing..

(hook)

i don’t just..

got issues..

i got a lot of drama or trauma but i don’t know the difference

i don’t just

got issues

i got a full magazine to my head ‘cause i wanna be dead

- charles galbasins spinoff work

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