Present Tense

By Home Bowman

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Released on October 8, 2021

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Life has a funny way of fucking you

Your best friends fade away and that's the only truth

No one real, they don't care what you're going through

When I smile, it's a lie that I burn in you

I feel like everyday I'm hating life a little bit more

The servitude I'm undergoing just to get off the floor

Another friendship's gone I don't care anymore

Dead inside like a fly that's been eating a corpse

I try to tell my truth not to impress you

But the words fall through and they misconstrue

Everything I do as just a pissed off moody little bitch boy, ooh

I got a fish tank of tears but I still play "boo"

But I know what I know

It's a no when you ask how I feel

I don't know but I grow

Every time that I'm broke and I choke

On the words that I spoke when I smoked

And it poked at the bubble that I swore I evoked

And I'm done talking slow for the moment but a

Part of me died

When you said you were watching that show all the time

With the person I hate but I didn't pay mind to the shit that you did

As I watched you develop into a new kind of dissectible stereotype to the line of the path that you ride with your mind unexamined

It's typical "taking a year for yourself" and you die as the guy that Made burgers and fries for the rest of his life cause he never decided to put pride aside and then try his own hardest to get out the projects and make enough just to take family the furthest

No drive in your system it's still avionic, the THC blocking that part of Your knowledge instead of replying I know that you'll probably Whine to your friend on the chronic who's chronically killing himself It's departing

Inspire the mind with a kind of desire that leads to somewhere... Instead of exile I wish you the best but there's shit on my chest That I can't to seem to free without chopping some heads

The hate that arose

Is just a code for the path that I chose

I don't give a fuck about my x I'm like a limit

Talk about the things we did but we ain't ever did it

You a little snake why the fuck won't you admit it

I won't listen to a bitch less I'm trying to get up in it

Fuck you boy, I don't really think you get it

I don't need no friends that don't wanna be committed

I got tons and tons and tons of fake people

Wanna try me out like sampling a Guinness

Hoped the bro-ship would grow a bit better

You grew dumber, I'm a little bit bitter

Talk about a boy that I knew when he was fed up

Used to be intelligent enough to have a leg up

You were just running in place while I sped up

Ritalin or not, I'm the same in the getup

You the type now just to blame it on the setup

"Never had the chance" bitch, you never went to get up

Chance to catch your breath you will decease

Different person every single season

Propagate unfathomably heathen-istic ideologies of reason

People dream but never really seize them

Cause of shits like you that fall so deeply

If the words I spoke decipher neatly

I'mma burn the bridge before you read me

Keep the girl that shit is just beneath me

Every word you speak remains discretely

Empty, soulless, absentee of meaning

Still devout of any morsel inkling

Every day I wake up feeling peachy

Living rent free, you cut me deeply

Enterprise of endless pain defeats me

Any moment fall into a deep sleep

And as for you...

What the fuck did you want me to say?

I used to pray for you

Don't even believe in that shit

I'd do anything for you

Still

Somehow I felt like a monster when you'd talk to me

"Yeah you two got a history"

Seems to follow me