"My Bag" lyrics
Thought it was what it was
Work towards a set of goals
So I go to sleep and wake up for the rush
A feeling I can trust
This music shit is paying me enough
Now ain't shit changed though I chase it for the love
I don't take breaks, no discussions
Told myself I must work, all of 'em I been taking is for us
Putting time, time, I keep taking it from us
But, what's the objective?
It keeps changing every month
Now every week, every day, every minute
Now I'm running all the starting line afforded me is worthless, I don't want it
Told myself if I can walk a mile then I can run a hundred
With no finish line in sight, though I'm not sure what I'm becoming, yeah
Anything that you want, anything that you need
Girl you know I got you
Every week of the month
Every day of the week, yuh
Yuh
I'm good, I'm good
I'm in my bag
Thought you were what you are
Fuck with me at the start
Then up and leave me tomorrow
You ever capricious as fuck
So maybe I oughta go run off a cliff just to keep you enthralled
What will happen when you're sleepy or bored?
A pace turn away from me while I fall
And once my body meets the surface at last
Will you so much as even take a peek at the floor?
Huh, I doubt it
I somehow really doubt it
Yet I insist to meet your gaze
Always professing loudly
I'll be-
Anything that you want, anything that you need
Girl you know I got you
Every week of the month
Every day of the week, yuh
You're right
Yeah
Thought I am what I will
Seek understanding myself
Work on rebranding my wealth
Goddamn it I fell
'Cus fuck all the capital bell
I haven't actually healed
In fact I would go on and say I'm now half just as well as I was years ago
And in battle I fell and succumb to the shadows my parents did cast
Which I then help grow at an elaborate scale (I'm good, I'm good)
Self sabotage embedded in my code
Feed these demons is all that I know
Anything that you want, anything that you need
Girl you know I got you
Every week of the month
Every day of the week, yuh
But why it gotta be like that?
Stuck on repeat like that
What can I say?
It's always been me, my bad
Killing me is my bag, what!?
Work towards a set of goals
So I go to sleep and wake up for the rush
A feeling I can trust
This music shit is paying me enough
Now ain't shit changed though I chase it for the love
I don't take breaks, no discussions
Told myself I must work, all of 'em I been taking is for us
Putting time, time, I keep taking it from us
But, what's the objective?
It keeps changing every month
Now every week, every day, every minute
Now I'm running all the starting line afforded me is worthless, I don't want it
Told myself if I can walk a mile then I can run a hundred
With no finish line in sight, though I'm not sure what I'm becoming, yeah
Anything that you want, anything that you need
Girl you know I got you
Every week of the month
Every day of the week, yuh
Yuh
I'm good, I'm good
I'm in my bag
Thought you were what you are
Fuck with me at the start
Then up and leave me tomorrow
You ever capricious as fuck
So maybe I oughta go run off a cliff just to keep you enthralled
What will happen when you're sleepy or bored?
A pace turn away from me while I fall
And once my body meets the surface at last
Will you so much as even take a peek at the floor?
Huh, I doubt it
I somehow really doubt it
Yet I insist to meet your gaze
Always professing loudly
I'll be-
Anything that you want, anything that you need
Girl you know I got you
Every week of the month
Every day of the week, yuh
You're right
Yeah
Thought I am what I will
Seek understanding myself
Work on rebranding my wealth
Goddamn it I fell
'Cus fuck all the capital bell
I haven't actually healed
In fact I would go on and say I'm now half just as well as I was years ago
And in battle I fell and succumb to the shadows my parents did cast
Which I then help grow at an elaborate scale (I'm good, I'm good)
Self sabotage embedded in my code
Feed these demons is all that I know
Anything that you want, anything that you need
Girl you know I got you
Every week of the month
Every day of the week, yuh
But why it gotta be like that?
Stuck on repeat like that
What can I say?
It's always been me, my bad
Killing me is my bag, what!?
Writer(s): Ravil Melling
