Buggin

(альбом: Why No Why - 2021)

My foot's in my mouth, tastes just like memories
I swear I'm wearing out, talk's cheap but I can afford it
Things aren't breaking down in ways I can understand it
Fiction's simple now in ways I can understand it

Always struggling for some sort of release
Got a lotta questions but I can't get no relief
Freaking out 'cause I don't even know my place
Couldn't find the answer if it hit me in the face

Rolling, through my life, I am knowing I don't know
Nothing, oh my head's full of air and I'm bugging
Running from intelligent discussion, I don't know
Nothing, oh my head's full of air and I'm bugging

I feel like a fraud, my words don't carry no weight
But I keep going off, 'bout something I don't know
[?] I get lost, in words and thoughts I'm having
I keep going, I keep going, I keep going, I keep going

Always struggling for some sort of release
Got a lotta questions but I can't get no relief
Freaking out 'cause I don't even know my place
Couldn't find the answer if it hit me in the face

Rolling, through my life, I am knowing I don't know
Nothing, oh my head's full of air and I'm bugging
Running from intelligent discussion, I don't know
Nothing, oh my head's full of air and I'm bugging

I keep bugging, I keep bugging, I keep bugging, I keep bugging out
I keep bugging, I keep bugging out, I keep bugging, I keep bugging out
I keep bugging, I keep bugging out, I keep bugging out, I keep bugging out

Rolling, through my life, I am knowing I don't know
Nothing, oh my head's full of air and I'm bugging
Running from intelligent discussion, I don't know
Nothing, oh my head's full of air and I'm bugging

I keep bugging, I keep bugging out, I keep bugging out, I keep bugging out