"What To Do" lyrics
I should probably rap now
I got way too much time on my hands
Like a clock on my wrist
There's a watch on my wrist (tick tock, tick tock)
And I'll just use the alarm to tell me when it's time to go
And see the love of my life, she'll make me happy for sure
She's something else
What's the point lately?
I could rap about my daydreams
Tell you you're as vibrant as the daisies
Say that I view you more beautiful than what they see
Kinda crazy that it feels like I've been faking
I've been working on my letting go
And go wild when they'll listen to me speak
On the metronome (timed tongue clicking)
All the colors of my day been bleached
Not a second goes by where I never don't think
That things should be different for me
Whoopee, there goes the greenscreen
See here, I'll speak clear, the window to my soul is opaque
The music isn't open in my heart, It's the happy I fake
I feel like those two masked guys you see
For a drama on the plaque
Insert laughter (hah)
This song would be on the radio
If it weren't for the bad words (FUCK!)
There it goes, no one talks to me, prolly
'Cause I'm awful
My discography is a lot of things
I've been feeling
Way
Too
Down on my luck
Feel like I don't really care, if I did I'd be scared
Am I really prepared?
School wasn't the route now music's all I got
And I now struggle to write songs
That make me feel like I'm a pop
Hell, I'd even switch to Country if it made a buck (yeehaw)
Wait stop
Are you still here?
Listen to me drone about the things that make you steer (skrrt) clear
Guess I could probably sing to keep it entertaining
Well I guess every little thing's got something I should smile about
And all my friends try to remind me I'm not by myself
It's hopeless
I sit in my room, in the dark, with my eyes closed
I can never sleep but I daydream 'bout dreaming
I wish that I can fight me so I can fight my demons
See ya
I got way too much time on my hands
Like a clock on my wrist
There's a watch on my wrist (tick tock, tick tock)
And I'll just use the alarm to tell me when it's time to go
And see the love of my life, she'll make me happy for sure
She's something else
What's the point lately?
I could rap about my daydreams
Tell you you're as vibrant as the daisies
Say that I view you more beautiful than what they see
Kinda crazy that it feels like I've been faking
I've been working on my letting go
And go wild when they'll listen to me speak
On the metronome (timed tongue clicking)
All the colors of my day been bleached
Not a second goes by where I never don't think
That things should be different for me
Whoopee, there goes the greenscreen
See here, I'll speak clear, the window to my soul is opaque
The music isn't open in my heart, It's the happy I fake
I feel like those two masked guys you see
For a drama on the plaque
Insert laughter (hah)
This song would be on the radio
If it weren't for the bad words (FUCK!)
There it goes, no one talks to me, prolly
'Cause I'm awful
My discography is a lot of things
I've been feeling
Way
Too
Down on my luck
Feel like I don't really care, if I did I'd be scared
Am I really prepared?
School wasn't the route now music's all I got
And I now struggle to write songs
That make me feel like I'm a pop
Hell, I'd even switch to Country if it made a buck (yeehaw)
Wait stop
Are you still here?
Listen to me drone about the things that make you steer (skrrt) clear
Guess I could probably sing to keep it entertaining
Well I guess every little thing's got something I should smile about
And all my friends try to remind me I'm not by myself
It's hopeless
I sit in my room, in the dark, with my eyes closed
I can never sleep but I daydream 'bout dreaming
I wish that I can fight me so I can fight my demons
See ya
