"RASPBERRIES" lyrics
God, you're fucking pathetic. Even if you are dead, with human refuse like you it wouldn't make any difference at all in the real world. So there's no point in moaning and whining about who lives or who dies. It just doesn't matter
So, what you mean is, that you're dead too?
Who cares?
I fell into a pool of paint
And swam away from all the foolish hate and fruitless pain
Pulling pink up out the rainbow on the bluest days
I finally found a smile that truly suit my face
I finally found a pace that suit my feet
Remember levitating, we were meditating to the beats
Never hating, elevated, celebrating true relief
Understated, I felt present after years of ruthless grief
I was in my element
A sage of joy and benevolence
Cleared my room of all elephants
Not a trace, not a set of prints, no
Talking about the present we was always in it
It was never about beginnings or endings, or how they'd spin it
Didn't spend it on venomous enemies talking offensive
Felt fine in my own skin for the first time in a minute
These raspberries in my mouth tasty
My life is a wreck, but fuck it, it don't phase me
These raspberries in my mouth tasty
My life is a wreck, but fuck it, it don't phase me
Why these voices always throw hands like Rayman?
How come they always wanna play the Hangman?
Cave in in the cave I stay in
The water rises fast, I don't try escaping
At least not no more, man I've lost a lot
Friends passed, time passed, and I've lost the plot
Running through the rye, I done crossed the crop
Hiding from the sky and sun I tossed the clock
And now I'm back on my fuck shit
Running on nothing but impractical functions and
Tactical self-sabotage in my dungeon
I am One Punch Man punching my mug in
A ghost in the flesh
I am prone to depress then erode, decompose, and refresh
Stuck in a loop I'm supposed to neglect
But I fold, so it grows, with my prose resurrects
Walked ten-thousand miles to this point
And I could end it all with a step
Kick it
No, wait, don't kick it
I loathe that I'm upset
It's just me and you my friend
Yuh, fuck, stuck in this loop again
These raspberries in my mouth tasty
My life is a wreck, but fuck it, it don't phase me
These raspberries in my mouth tasty
My life is a wreck, but fuck it, it don't phase me
So, what you mean is, that you're dead too?
Who cares?
I fell into a pool of paint
And swam away from all the foolish hate and fruitless pain
Pulling pink up out the rainbow on the bluest days
I finally found a smile that truly suit my face
I finally found a pace that suit my feet
Remember levitating, we were meditating to the beats
Never hating, elevated, celebrating true relief
Understated, I felt present after years of ruthless grief
I was in my element
A sage of joy and benevolence
Cleared my room of all elephants
Not a trace, not a set of prints, no
Talking about the present we was always in it
It was never about beginnings or endings, or how they'd spin it
Didn't spend it on venomous enemies talking offensive
Felt fine in my own skin for the first time in a minute
These raspberries in my mouth tasty
My life is a wreck, but fuck it, it don't phase me
These raspberries in my mouth tasty
My life is a wreck, but fuck it, it don't phase me
Why these voices always throw hands like Rayman?
How come they always wanna play the Hangman?
Cave in in the cave I stay in
The water rises fast, I don't try escaping
At least not no more, man I've lost a lot
Friends passed, time passed, and I've lost the plot
Running through the rye, I done crossed the crop
Hiding from the sky and sun I tossed the clock
And now I'm back on my fuck shit
Running on nothing but impractical functions and
Tactical self-sabotage in my dungeon
I am One Punch Man punching my mug in
A ghost in the flesh
I am prone to depress then erode, decompose, and refresh
Stuck in a loop I'm supposed to neglect
But I fold, so it grows, with my prose resurrects
Walked ten-thousand miles to this point
And I could end it all with a step
Kick it
No, wait, don't kick it
I loathe that I'm upset
It's just me and you my friend
Yuh, fuck, stuck in this loop again
These raspberries in my mouth tasty
My life is a wreck, but fuck it, it don't phase me
These raspberries in my mouth tasty
My life is a wreck, but fuck it, it don't phase me
Writer(s): Ravil Melling
