Fuckups

(アルバム： Be Happy - 2021)

[Marcus Ryan:]
Life is such an arcade
And you deserve the fall for the summer you gave
It's eating you alive, but it's something you crave
Here's a brainstorm, don't rain on my parade
Can't count a million times
You credit my love but it's easy to decline
If I say I don't mind, don't treat me like a mime
'Cause these translucent walls only see the outside
And I choose plain sight
I'm good at wearing masks, plus it's easier to hide
Brown water in my flask, guess who's bringing in the tide
And I fell under your light
Was supposed to bring me fire, but instead, it's Fahrenheit
You are not the person that I met the other night
And I think I need to see a reverend
But I don't pray to who He message
And I think I need another beverage
'Cause blacking out is so fluorescent
I'm a fuck up, it comes naturally
So you slow it down, to match my speed
You're a fuck up, it comes naturally
So I slow it down, to match your speed

[Cyrus:]
I'm a fuck up on the low
But I don't give a fuck on the high
And it come naturally
And it come naturally (Ayy)
I can't even lie on a song
I can't even lie, like, why?
And it come naturally
And it come naturally
I fuck up the beat, get bobbing, I feel like Ricky Bobby
Got my hands full, I'm invested, but got one foot in the coffin
I been dancing with the devil, but she ain't got no moves
Might dabble with rapping, but that's all that you can do
And there's a whole lot of Clarence, but y'all ain't got the shoes
Been walking these miles, I got nothing left to prove
In a world full of fakes, guess everyone the same
But I don't like like anybody, I'll be on my way
I got my voodoo baby with me, Marcus gonna hate that
Made the beat then murdered it, call this verse the payback
And life ain't got no take-backs, all you eat is take-out
You ain't seen no Outback that ain't placed in front a Steakhouse
And you should see my crib, it's bigger than your head
And I might fuck up things, but you'd fuck anything that lives
Must be a sad-boy epidemic, now please get out my mentions
If you won't go the distance, then you'll never make no difference
You subtract with no addition, we in different divisions
You talk while I record and that's the motherfucking difference
Still ain't figured out my limits, but me I keep on pushing
Buttons getting pressed, but my controller in the cushions
'Cause I really live this life, you living out of spite
I do it 'cause I can, you do it only for the likes
And this a blueprint for the future, ain't no room for your hubris
And I might be a fuck up, but, I'm fucking good at music
You a groupie