CROWNS

(álbum: BLUE - 2023)

Why
A question that I'm asking every second of my life
A place where you can do it on repeat until you die
Not a one trick
And it made me so sick
And it caused a panic
Till it didn't
Cause the internet forgot you existed

I learned TV killed the radio
But what'll burn it all down in the digital
Cause if the only way out is virtual
I may never find home

A little bit of failure
A little bit of pain
A little bit of anger
Made what you see today
I think I killed the past
Ima pop the champagne
Get the fuck out of my face
Cause I'll never be the same

Everything you wanted is
A me you'll never know
I'm not your little puppet
You can string up through your phone
Either scroll yourself away
Or keep your mouth shut if you don't

I'm coming back to take the throne
No holding out I'm letting go
I know it's time to cut you off
I will not be what I'm not

Time
We only got limited amount in a circle called life
You can spend it bowing down to the crowns that we see online
But to me it's a blinding forced feeding eating us alive

But I gotta keep in mind

A little bit of failure
A little bit of pain
A little bit of anger
Made what you see today
I think I killed the past
Ima pop the champagne
Get the fuck out of my face
Cause I'll never be the same

Everything you wanted is
A me you'll never know
I'm not your little puppet
You can string up through your phone
Either scroll yourself away
Or keep your mouth shut if you don't

I'm coming back to take the throne
No holding out I'm letting go
I know it's time to cut you off
I will not be what I'm not

Go