Lyrics

Like an escape room, all these walls start to close in Circle getting smaller everyday, another friend Leaves me for their own life, everything comes to an end But my love for this shit has only just began I got a rental on instrumentals, I swear this shit it makes me mental I grab a pencil, I treat my lyrics very gentle I'm sentimental My lyrics icy like some menthol can't keep it simple I got a rental on instrumentals, I swear this shit it makes me mental I grab a pencil, I treat my lyrics very gentle I'm sentimental My lyrics icy like some menthol can't keep it simple This fame I really got to chase it Until I make it, my heart and soul are so vacant There's no escaping, man I can't even just take it You see my faces, everyday gets harder So I will use the next day to just replace it I got a rental on instrumentals, I swear this shit it makes me mental I grab a pencil, I treat my lyrics very gentle I'm sentimental My lyrics icy like some menthol can't keep it simple
Writer(s): Hunter Baird Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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