Patterns

By Anty

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Verse 1

Its time to make a change it seems

Still water runs deep in the major leagues

Know for switching degrees like the seasons the reasons dont matter i need to let go of a few things

(hold up, slow up, roll up, so what,)

Still dealing with the death of my father

Emtional trauma from momma

So i got a problem with trust

And that version of drama and settling ain't in the cusp

Thats just how im giving it up

(hold up, slow up, roll up, so what,)

Im to complex and to be honest i love with no context

Im to soild to judge its no contest my apologies if you still need contacts to see that shit whether a lease or rental or your in that bitch

I just wanna see you whip that shit with no regrets

Tell me what's left when you neck to neck with death

And all you spent done came and went

Hook

Take that frabic then you cut and

You sew it into habits

You can break then replace it

Man i swear its just like magic

Im just switching out the patterns

(patterns patterns patterns)

Im just switing out the patterns

(patterns patterns patterns)

Take that frabic then you cut and

You sew it into habits

You can break then replace it

Man i swear its just like magic

Im just switching out the patterns

(patterns patterns patterns)

Im just switing out the patterns

(patterns patterns patterns)

Verse 2

Im going in circles and circles it seems lost in the prisons of patterns of grief

Caught in the motion devoting the path of relief

Constantly reenacting defeat

Being told that your life don't matter didn't know words hurt like daggers

Spend my life playing shoots and latters look and laugh at poke

And stab at

Like a lab rat underrated over hated talking down to

Understated i can never get mind right

Searching for the answer in the limelight hoping one day

I can be alright

Looking to women to save me from breaking to pieces

But scared of commitment

Cause i cannot give them the love that is messing

So im gone with the wind in my intentions to come back again

Such a vicious cycle life's a rifle

Im the target being shot at again