Sometimes, the sunlight wakes me up and chokes my voice
It chokes my voice
Sometimes, the sunlight wakes me up and chokes my voice
It chokes my voice
And I can't find it
I don't need it no more
I'm sure I can't find it
I guess I don't know, but we're so close
Feel like I can't stand up, what a waste
If you need it, just hit me up before the day ends
I know you're seeing monsters
They're coming to meet me

Ropes in my chest when I can't find the way
Ropes in my chest when I can't find the way
Where's the escape when I can't find the way?
I got ropes in my chest when I can't find the way
Where's the escape when I can't find the way now
We're so close, and now we're so close
Feel like I can't stand up, what a waste
If you need it, just hit me up before the day ends
I know you're seeing monsters
They're coming to meet me
So many die young, some for words they sung
Weak lungs for scary thoughts in their minds
Some of 'em they hung, or too much crack off the bong
Got too drunk, fan-mailed a big bomb, shot in the head by a gun
Or old age, in their sleep, go numb, but none of 'em die from hunger
How will I go?
Will it take too long? Will I make a show of it?
Don't fucking know
Will "R.I.P. Thom" even be a part of it?
Hope when it's done, I'm ok with it
Hope my parents won't be here to pray for it
Hope if it's a choice, I'm the one to have a say in it
'Cause folks can't be saying shit
I'm just going slow, going slow, oh
I'm just going slow, go slow
Feel like I can't stand up, what a waste
If you need it, just hit me up (me up, me up, me up, me up, me up, me up...)
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Feel like I can't stand up, what a waste
If you need it, just hit me up before the day ends
I know you're seeing monsters
They're coming to meet me
They're coming to meet me