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(album: B-Sides & Rarities Vol.3 [2011-2015] - 2015)

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Sitting in my room, what am I doing?
Nothing
Staring out the window of my tomb, the roof crumbling
My mood dumping thoughts of true tedium, and doom and abundance, wrapped in the depression that I seem to be truly in love with

Look, I wanna visit Charleston again
Puff a thousand more blunts, while spitting bars with my friends. But a ticket costs a lot
Cost of living, costs a lot more
Which is stronger: my indifference, or persistence? Not sure
Rock forth, chair squeaks, all I hear is reverb
I can sense the room telling me this is what I deserve
All out of kush so I can't leave Earth
Stuck with visiting my memories and goals
Like, could it be worse?

I'm just chilling, doing nothing on the balcony
Pondering what the fuck will I amount to be

Probably nothing man, according to these YouTube comments
Look I love honesty
But shit, sometimes you dudes too honest!
My music voodoo harmless chill, just let me do my shit
I need to run, my tongue still ain't accomplished shit
I move still but you dudes kill my mood
Like, way too fucking much so homie I'm good
No more social networking for another few months
Roll up a few blunts but nothing too much

And that's right, that's right we back again
Float into the booth ready to rap again
But I hate every take of every song
Perhaps all them haters on that one thread weren't wrong

What am I doing?
Sitting in my room consuming, feeling fluent
And saying nothing all day long
No matter what I do feels like I'm always wrong
My cerebral hallways long
Life is a game, I'd rather go play pong
The world's a stage, I'd rather roleplay on another planet
Bumping Aesop all day long

And that's right, here comes another day
'Bout to bore myself to death another way
I kinda wanna stop and fucking run away
But none of me has energy
What the fuck has got into me?

What am I doing with myself?
I have influenced my own health
Stopped pursuing what I felt
And thus keep losing out on the future I can feel
Sure, I can't fail
But who cares, right?
With food, chair and a mic
I can't bear life
And I'm too scared to lose hair
And my blue hair tonight
Blue chair with a gloom stare
Am I too petrified?
Do you care?
Does who care?
Um, who stares inside
Blue hair in sight
My blue fears in sight
That's too true
That's three true
The truth is on five
Lose sleep till fright
Fuck that
Imma have to do some shit
Gain shit, man, once I lose some shit
So Imma fucking lose my shit
Throwing out the stupid pair of shoes that used to truly fit
Y'all be downloading all of my shit 'cause truly dude legit
Or the crew that truly spits
Cross my crew? Get crucifixed
Or crucified
Hear them pull the loser lied
What's downloading dude supplies, thus admitting dude is nice
Shit, take dude advice
Don't fuck with EXO, we've been fuck your ex hoes

What are you doing?