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corduroy mclellan – 26.2 كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
not even sure where to start
i’ll let my mind wander as i try to write from the heart
crazy thoughts run through my head, try to turn ‘em to art
sometimes i wonder when i’ll find a positive part
when i close my eyes, all i think about is you
yesterday you said you hate me and these things that i do
told me i’ve been actin’ distant and that’s probably true
i really need to escape, and find some solitude
all you want is my time, prolly followed by attention
i wish that i could spare, but i’m locked in like detеntion
when you feel like it’s pointless how can you find a profеssion
i’ve been layin’ in bed, tryna write out my confession
i can’t stand it here: there’s no purpose in life
only gravity i face is my family ties
if i left, i know a part of them would also die
so for now i’ll just be miserable and ask ramona, “why?”

[chorus]
24/7, yeah my mind is always runnin’
i can never catch it ‘cause it’s way too cunnin’
does this marathon even have a finish line?
i’m so tired and i’m ready for the end of this time

24/7, yeah my mind is always runnin’
i can never catch it ‘cause it’s way too cunnin’
does this marathon even have a finish line?
i’m so tired and i’m ready for the end of this time
[verse 2]
yeah i’m the king of my thoughts, but what is that worth?
a lowly kingdom every single day i swear it gets worse
the only person you can ever really know is yourself
and truthfully we don’t even know a lot about ourselves
i’m alone a lot, i’m not sure that’s for the better
personification of a poorly_knitted sweater
fallin’ apart because i’m frayed at the seams
in the rear view this life is not at all what it seems
yesterday i was walking, stopped to glance at the sky
felt so tiny had to wonder if it’d change if i died
no, it’s not suicidal, sorry wrote it before
some of my darkest thoughts connect me to the morgue
i get writers block when every single rhyme sounds the same
but when the days are never better, why should my music change?
from the start, i don’t care if i ever have a fan
i just let my mind wander with the mic in my hand

24/7, yeah my mind is always runnin’
i can never catch it ‘cause it’s way too cunnin’
does this marathon even have a finish line?
i’m so tired and i’m ready for the end of this time
[verse 3]
every night that i’m alone seems to only end up poorly
as my mind begins to run i’m out of luck: skip a four_leaf
start to question too much until i’m backed into a corner
as regret begins to dance, i wish i didn’t know her
i just wanna be alone, it’s also what i fear
at the end of the day this life is not what it appears
so much evil and hate and so many people dyin’
often times i wonder if there’s a reward for even tryin’
what’s that implyin’? that if i left they wouldn’t care
the reactions of my blood is the weight that keeps me here
dark days, dark nights, followed by a mental fight
beat myself up ‘til i’m bl__dy seems that something isn’t right
so here we are, off to another night of thinkin’
i don’t know if i’ll survive like the lifeboat started sinkin’
i plagiarize myself ‘cause my bars have never changed
time to rearrange my brain unless this fog will still remain

24/7, yeah my mind is always runnin’
i can never catch it ‘cause it’s way too cunnin’
does this marathon even have a finish line?
i’m so tired and i’m ready for the end of this time

- corduroy mclellan

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