Callouses
Chris Wright
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[VERSE]
I been feeling trepidatious lately
Twisted nerves and pacing wavy
Back and forth around the block
It ain’t pay off to be so lazy
Ain’t pay off to drink ciroc
Ain’t pay off to smoke a lot
Ain’t pay off to follow all my homies
Cause I missed the plot
Guess I’m on my b-side
Extra in the cast
Another system I despise
Another brand upon my ass
Another fire in my heart
You spill the water in your glass
I feel my bones wearing apart
From all the weight that’s in my past
And this a cold shoulder, no apology
I’m just a stone thrower like you thought of me
I couldn’t roll over like they soldered me
Old soul lost control so they gave him thе lobotomy
My doctor told me I ain’t fit for nothing like a loose bеlt
Anxious when I go the store, feel like a new hell
Opens for me anytime I’m out of routine
I don’t see nothing when I sleep
But life feels like a lucid dream, coupled up with
Sleep paralysis, the fraying of my callouses
Pick myself apart too see what next is falling out of this
Stupid still believing in the tropes and broken fallacy’s
These broken words need no analysis
A good book, a hard head, your picture on my mantle
Couldn’t look for quite some time, there’s still a lot that I can’t handle
Less we talking bout some liquor and some wax, I’m spinning candles
I got Frank Ocean's endless on the record player, hesitating
I been feeling trepidatious lately
Twisted nerves and pacing wavy
Back and forth around the block
It ain’t pay off to be so lazy
Ain’t pay off to drink ciroc
Ain’t pay off to smoke a lot
Ain’t pay off to follow all my homies
Cause I missed the plot
Guess I’m on my b-side
Extra in the cast
Another system I despise
Another brand upon my ass
Another fire in my heart
You spill the water in your glass
I feel my bones wearing apart
From all the weight that’s in my past
And this a cold shoulder, no apology
I’m just a stone thrower like you thought of me
I couldn’t roll over like they soldered me
Old soul lost control so they gave him thе lobotomy
My doctor told me I ain’t fit for nothing like a loose bеlt
Anxious when I go the store, feel like a new hell
Opens for me anytime I’m out of routine
I don’t see nothing when I sleep
But life feels like a lucid dream, coupled up with
Sleep paralysis, the fraying of my callouses
Pick myself apart too see what next is falling out of this
Stupid still believing in the tropes and broken fallacy’s
These broken words need no analysis
A good book, a hard head, your picture on my mantle
Couldn’t look for quite some time, there’s still a lot that I can’t handle
Less we talking bout some liquor and some wax, I’m spinning candles
I got Frank Ocean's endless on the record player, hesitating
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