Wild Thoughts

By Detox

On Stargazer

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[Intro]

Carrying burdens and keep on reminiscing and dwelling in the past

Never focusing on the present and what’s now, time never lasts

And thinking and day dreaming about the future, this makes me sad

Not focusing on what’s important till it comes by and fail, blast


[Verse 1]

Writing things down, please help me I’m out of control, overthinking

I can’t stop thinking and day dreaming, I can’t keep still, fidgeting

I’m going crazy, I’m going insane, I can’t seem to control my thoughts

Told myself to let it all out so I put it all down, it’s been a long time coming

Lazy body with no actions, mind ready no actions, stresses of a tired brain

Can’t keep focused, lost and confused, feeling so suicidal I’m so lame

Blow my head up with a gun, erase the migraines, headaches, and trauma

Psychological effect, I need some rehab and therapy, overdosed llama

Man NBA memes, like there goes away my reputation and legacy

Guess I would have to find myself a way back, I’m down in history

This fantasy seems to be my life, I definitely need peace to my mind

Statuses be all random, can’t stop spitting, worrying all blind

Massage my face and head, like I really need to get back to work

Drooling, snoring, checklist, can’t stop spitting, fleas, lice, bed bugs

Uggs, trap back jumping, hopping around, crawling, and walking across

Lost, blurt, burp, after taste rotten leftover residue last time a while ago

Slow, horrible traffic, frustrating yell, shout, and stretch, air bubble mesh

Blessed, spoiled, annoying, whiny, anger, wires be trippy and cold carelessness

Thinking in the shower small basketball hoops and thinking I gotta stop

Mistakes, worrying, I either look really good or ugly, mud room that cop


[Verse 2]

My table now and my bedroom now all messy, mistyping these typos

Dimples and whiskers, washing my hands way too clean really lose oil

As a different skin color all dry, lotion, blogging, jogging, changing

Balls be sweating and coming through and past the clothes, aroma clinging

Over here and over there, little bit here and there, wash ups, body wash

Spraying graffiti all over that metal, gravel, pavement, walls, cash

Making references, parenthesis, ruin a good instrumental over nothing

Dad not home so gotta lock all the doors and close off all the lights

Always forgetting what I have to say, so I have to resay it again, such a mess

My thoughts think up something crazy, but my body decides not to do it

Telling myself to shut it or erase those thoughts, but it’s itching to do it

Always catching myself almost swearing and cussing, how long for the bearing

Instead I whisper it or say it in my head, also my horrible addictions must stop

Arriving at school fancy or lazy ugly in my bunch of nice and outside clothes

Always stuffy, stiff, and tiring, so when I go home I immediately change fast

Take off my cap, clothes, accessories, and bracelets, change into something comfy

Looking through the laundry basket for clothes so tiring and stressful

Ripped, burned, broken, stretched, and torn socks, no boxers or clothes I’m looking for

Wild thoughts, I be putting on different personas and finding out about myself


[Verse 3]

Fans, like I don’t even got any, like now and super low numbers of people

Vacuums and vacuuming the place, wild thoughts, songwriter everyone wants me

No hooks and bridges just straight up, that’s right I’m right no time wasted

Screaming and yelling to relieve, relief the stress, they’d be crawling tasted

Making featuring people all famous and popular over my hard work

Something they didn’t even write, but people dig the bread more than the meat

Like the repetitive repetition of the lines instead of the unknown meaningful rhymes

Boku wa Tomodachi ga Sukunai, is the way I be learning to make friends

Ridiculous right but that’s how I be rolling cause I’m a lone wolf and lonely

PC and macs, drop that pod down the shirt and feel the cold wire feel, tingle

Mingles I don’t really do, ears morph shape with the earphones, drowsy single

Computerized auto-tune call up T-Pain, dirty clothes be laying around everywhere

Clothes all dirty laid on the floor around the house, menu, blow up this ain’t fair

Soap and drips of water be on the ground tainting the floor and wiping the paint

Can’t wait to leave this trash place, that Lil B, sanitary clean facility, I’m gonna faint

Really really just wanna get this over with so I don’t have to deal with this

Anymore that’s what I want, started myself back to the bottom, screw this