"First World" lyrics
Guess that I know how I feel
Just wanna know that its real
Sometimes things move fast
When I think about it I'm still
And I know that things alright
Do I trust myself at night?
Do I trust myself full stop?
And my musics taking off
First world problems
Is it better to know your options?
Here for all the wrong things
Only you can stop this
Just need time
When the sun comes out I'm fine
When the rain comes out its dark not bright
But I guess that's life
How I feel when I write
Can't describe not even-
Can't rely on feelings
That's the hardest thing
When I look into songs and bars I sing
More time bars I spit
If I can't relate it's shit, rewrite the whole damn thing
First world problems
Is it better to know your options?
Here for all the wrong things
Only you can stop this
Said-
First world problems
Is it better to know your options?
Here for all the wrong things
Only you can stop this
Knew that you would clock that
Thought that you could stop that
Delete me from your contacts
Instagram and Whatsapp
Sometimes dark and deep won't call more time
Guess that I know about death, guess that I know about life
When it all falls down, its next
When it all falls down its deep
Made a job from writing words
And talking them over beats
That's why I'm so cold
Been about since no-one knows
I'm not always fond of school
Wrote tunes once home alone
Sometimes it's hard to see
When bright things turn to black
Enough stress from writers block
So I put on my thinking cap
And if it still don't fit
Change and try a new ting
And if that don't work
Pen's get snapped and pages ripped
Can't scare me
Cause' you're on a major label don't air me
You get 20% off yours and think that it's distributed fairly
I run my career from my bedroom
Cause' I wanna learn music business
If I'm not contracted to certain things then I'm gonna be rich next Christmas
Tell a man close his legs
On football pictures I'm an open threat
Had two shows in one day last week and you know the rest
My sleeping's fucked so when I wake up I could go to bed
Don't know why I chose this mess but I felt inspired when I spoke to guests
First world problems
First world, first world, first world...
Just wanna know that its real
Sometimes things move fast
When I think about it I'm still
And I know that things alright
Do I trust myself at night?
Do I trust myself full stop?
And my musics taking off
First world problems
Is it better to know your options?
Here for all the wrong things
Only you can stop this
Just need time
When the sun comes out I'm fine
When the rain comes out its dark not bright
But I guess that's life
How I feel when I write
Can't describe not even-
Can't rely on feelings
That's the hardest thing
When I look into songs and bars I sing
More time bars I spit
If I can't relate it's shit, rewrite the whole damn thing
First world problems
Is it better to know your options?
Here for all the wrong things
Only you can stop this
Said-
First world problems
Is it better to know your options?
Here for all the wrong things
Only you can stop this
Knew that you would clock that
Thought that you could stop that
Delete me from your contacts
Instagram and Whatsapp
Sometimes dark and deep won't call more time
Guess that I know about death, guess that I know about life
When it all falls down, its next
When it all falls down its deep
Made a job from writing words
And talking them over beats
That's why I'm so cold
Been about since no-one knows
I'm not always fond of school
Wrote tunes once home alone
Sometimes it's hard to see
When bright things turn to black
Enough stress from writers block
So I put on my thinking cap
And if it still don't fit
Change and try a new ting
And if that don't work
Pen's get snapped and pages ripped
Can't scare me
Cause' you're on a major label don't air me
You get 20% off yours and think that it's distributed fairly
I run my career from my bedroom
Cause' I wanna learn music business
If I'm not contracted to certain things then I'm gonna be rich next Christmas
Tell a man close his legs
On football pictures I'm an open threat
Had two shows in one day last week and you know the rest
My sleeping's fucked so when I wake up I could go to bed
Don't know why I chose this mess but I felt inspired when I spoke to guests
First world problems
First world, first world, first world...
