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Felt

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People commit suicide. They don't have where they find themselves. You will have somebody if you do something wrong, they say, ah, this thing you're doing is not good. You must listen to the main line. That's how life works. These all have a love. You cannot be an island. How can I cure this empty feeling? Drinking from four cups for you to be trusted. I turn to money, love, and nature. Like a nature, I overthink. I'm in shock, demean, and skeptic. They say I make it up. Highlights and contours, not no sense. It seems that I am the one. One, shadow blind with a pilot. I know some boats with the air so pollen filled. I see their guidance often. They take on dangers, so zero stares. I guide my options. Anxious along, craving disguise. Only feels of my caution. Disappearing confidence. More bullshit I'm tolerating. Sorrow closer than my friends. I feel depression hollering. Lately my view is cloudy. Differences are lurking. They be painting pictures of my future. Hanging them in ancient frames. This feeling's morbid. My heart's got more to give. I felt out under yesterday, but what's tomorrow bring? I feel there's more to it. My mind's got more to give. I felt out under yesterday, but what's tomorrow bring? Look, I can feel the difference, this shit look the same. Depending on your instrument. We might have to switch the frame. I just hit my target, I can't clear his aim. I felt that shit. I felt that shit. I felt that shit. Look, I can feel the difference, this shit look the same. Depending on your instrument. We might have to switch the frame. I just hit my target, I can't clear his aim. I felt that shit. I felt that shit. I felt that shit. Do your decision get validated by outcome? 4am scrubbing plates, pay for features like outcome. Whispers in my ear, they do reaffirm my amount, man. Overly down to earth, I'm the ground, son. It bites from me. I couldn't try to write to him. I run from challenge, so every floor locked. Though I got all the keys to make the brightness. Warped lens, I call the mirrors. You see what my eyes do. Run from my father's glasses, but my eyes shouldn't be him either. If you eyeing me, paranoia inciting me. My mom's the motivation, crossing me in every touch. All the time we spent together come in bunches, cause I want hundreds. My fear of failure is a hunch. Fear that my little brother grow up with a grunge. Cause you know the younger generation soak up like a sponge. Nuclear family, that'll detonate a ton. Stress, I don't do enough for my brothers, everyone. Fear that the fruit of my vine won't see the sunlight. I'm alright now. 20 minutes, set to shine right now. Fear that I studied history, but I'll repeat it. Fear that my leaves can be shaded and I believe them. Afraid of complex, so in deep, I'll cut in stitches. Academic balance tipping, so I keep on switching. My vices momentary, why am I choking in my breaking? Token under stress, smoky vision come from my instrument. Look, I can feel the difference, this shit look the same. Depending on your instrument. We might have to switch the frame. I just hit my target, I can't play his game. I felt that shit. I felt that shit. I felt that shit. Look, I can feel the difference, this shit look the same. Depending on your instrument. We might have to switch the frame. I just hit my target, I can't play his game. I felt that shit. I felt that shit. I felt that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit. I feel that shit.

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