Living through these things they ain't even cool My surroundings for years have been on a loop In the same place always smoking weed and drinking beer Walls surrounded by paintings from people I haven't seen in years I get fatigued by its predictability It's a stream that leads to contamination I cant clear my mind in the seasons I cant seem to clear out any other reasons It's something I don't want to talk about But when these things are real it's not something to hide around I hate when people say these things are their only drives to creation