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Carry Lyrics
[Intro]:
Yah yah ey
[Verse 1]:
Trying to find identity
In a crisis that might set me free
It’s either that or cry to sleep
Just ‘cause I ain’t a fan of me
Redecorating the room I’m in
Might be a hand for the doom I’m in
The outside change in the inside
Well look who’s inside again?
I’ll burn ‘em like I got a deck of cards
Sorry honey, but I like the odds
Life’s a big gamble anyway
Might as well fee it a charge
But it ain’t gotta be hard
That’s not who I am, I am a fraud
Freudian slip it into her drink
Now this is psychological
Or psychopathic, how you look at it
Is what defines what you would think
Says a lot about who you are
But Myers-Briggs is not a start
I’ll figure out this sitch
It’s all a game lil’ bitch
I’m insecurе about everything
So cover that up likе a switch
I’m dominating in the subway
Sandwich parties with a runway
Modeling for a solid thing
Can’t make up for a loss of string
Attaching me to the ground
I’m Spider-Man but put down
Home the theme for me too
Don’t know what I’m gonna do
Yeah, house on a hill like Momsen
Don’t wanna disappoint my mom then
Sober up from all of these thoughts
Unless I need a few months
'Cause this shit for my destiny
And lately it has been stressing me
I need to find my own rest in peace
Don’t want my parents to bury me
I need to explain why I made one song and dipped fore the next one produced
Put out that weak shit and realized my rap needed work, ‘cause I wasn’t cool
With what I made and when I made it, it all just felt obtuse
So now I got these songs rotting in the dark, never to be introduced
Worked a lot on my flow yeah
Worked a lot on my craft
A lot better than a year ago
Slurring trying to be fast
Song was a note to my future
It’s all in the title already
Well I haven’t turned eighteen yet
So I still have a lot to carry
Yah yah ey
[Verse 1]:
Trying to find identity
In a crisis that might set me free
It’s either that or cry to sleep
Just ‘cause I ain’t a fan of me
Redecorating the room I’m in
Might be a hand for the doom I’m in
The outside change in the inside
Well look who’s inside again?
I’ll burn ‘em like I got a deck of cards
Sorry honey, but I like the odds
Life’s a big gamble anyway
Might as well fee it a charge
But it ain’t gotta be hard
That’s not who I am, I am a fraud
Freudian slip it into her drink
Now this is psychological
Or psychopathic, how you look at it
Is what defines what you would think
Says a lot about who you are
But Myers-Briggs is not a start
I’ll figure out this sitch
It’s all a game lil’ bitch
I’m insecurе about everything
So cover that up likе a switch
I’m dominating in the subway
Sandwich parties with a runway
Modeling for a solid thing
Can’t make up for a loss of string
Attaching me to the ground
I’m Spider-Man but put down
Home the theme for me too
Don’t know what I’m gonna do
Yeah, house on a hill like Momsen
Don’t wanna disappoint my mom then
Sober up from all of these thoughts
Unless I need a few months
'Cause this shit for my destiny
And lately it has been stressing me
I need to find my own rest in peace
Don’t want my parents to bury me
I need to explain why I made one song and dipped fore the next one produced
Put out that weak shit and realized my rap needed work, ‘cause I wasn’t cool
With what I made and when I made it, it all just felt obtuse
So now I got these songs rotting in the dark, never to be introduced
Worked a lot on my flow yeah
Worked a lot on my craft
A lot better than a year ago
Slurring trying to be fast
Song was a note to my future
It’s all in the title already
Well I haven’t turned eighteen yet
So I still have a lot to carry
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May 27, 2022
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