I am a true introvert
Only known feeling is hurt
Tell me please what am I worth
If my hearts treated like dirt?
Don't know but feel like I'm cursed
Feelings made people disperse
Always scared to say what's on my brain so I'm faking a smirk
No it's not good for my health
But mostly keep to myself
Like I give everyone hell
If I cracked open my shell
Letting my emotions swell
Feeling like I'm needing help
Will my legacy prevail
Or am I just destined to fail?
I don't place any at fault
Just find it too hard to talk
In my mind, alone I walk
Including how battles are fought
I have let my past direct the
Actions of feeling distraught
When people ask me, "what's the matter?" I choke up and shrug it all off
Sorry to my friends who feel
Like I just hate them for real
Swear to god it's not the case
Just too much pain that never heals
Even if I never had to worry
'Bout paying the bills
Getting signed I still feel
Like I'm just better off killed
(1,2,3,4)
This how the story goes
Grinding til skin and bones
Battling feeling alone
(5,6,7,8)
Counting the rest of my days
For happiness I always pray
Hoping it isn't too late
(1,2,3,4)
This how the story goes
Grinding til skin and bones
Battling feeling alone
(5,6,7,8)
Counting the rest of my days
For happiness I always pray
Hoping it isn't too late
Do I even belong?
Thought has been hanging on strong
No matter how many songs
I write, it's hard to hold on
Wishing God colored me gone
I know to think of it's wrong
But be honest if I was dead
Would it be hard to move on?
Maybe to mom but
Others guess I'll never know
Despite competitions won
No one's attended my shows
I gave free copies to people
Of albums that cost me some O's
Just to have them thrown on the
Ground without hearing my soul
Why continue today?
I don't get radio play
I don't have a music video
So you notice my face
The fact I'm still doing this
14 years in the game
Is the textbook definition
Of going insane
Or maybe I should chill
I should go back on pills
Maybe give up happiness
And try picking up a new field
Cuz even if I never had to worry
'Bout paying the bills
Getting signed I still feel
Like I'm just better off killed
(1,2,3,4)
This how the story goes
Grinding til skin and bones
Battling feeling alone
(5,6,7,8)
Counting the rest of my days
For happiness I always pray
Hoping it isn't too late
(1,2,3,4)
This how the story goes
Grinding til skin and bones
Battling feeling alone
(5,6,7,8)
Counting the rest of my days
For happiness I always pray
Or sent to an early grave
J-Riv - 1,2,3,4 Lyrics
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I am a true introvert
Only known feeling is hurt
Tell me please what am I worth
If my hearts treated like dirt?
Don't know but feel like I'm cursed
Feelings made people disperse
Always scared to say what's on my brain so I'm faking a smirk
No it's not good for my health
But mostly keep to myself
Like I give everyone hell
If I cracked open my shell
Letting my emotions swell
Feeling like I'm needing help
Will my legacy prevail
Or am I just destined to fail?
I don't place any at fault
Just find it too hard to talk
In my mind, alone I walk
Including how battles are fought
I have let my past direct the
Actions of feeling distraught
When people ask me, "what's the matter?" I choke up and shrug it all off
Sorry to my friends who feel
Like I just hate them for real
Swear to god it's not the case
Just too much pain that never heals
Even if I never had to worry
'Bout paying the bills
Getting signed I still feel
Like I'm just better off killed
(1,2,3,4)
This how the story goes
Grinding til skin and bones
Battling feeling alone
(5,6,7,8)
Counting the rest of my days
For happiness I always pray
Hoping it isn't too late
(1,2,3,4)
This how the story goes
Grinding til skin and bones
Battling feeling alone
(5,6,7,8)
Counting the rest of my days
For happiness I always pray
Hoping it isn't too late
Do I even belong?
Thought has been hanging on strong
No matter how many songs
I write, it's hard to hold on
Wishing God colored me gone
I know to think of it's wrong
But be honest if I was dead
Would it be hard to move on?
Maybe to mom but
Others guess I'll never know
Despite competitions won
No one's attended my shows
I gave free copies to people
Of albums that cost me some O's
Just to have them thrown on the
Ground without hearing my soul
Why continue today?
I don't get radio play
I don't have a music video
So you notice my face
The fact I'm still doing this
14 years in the game
Is the textbook definition
Of going insane
Or maybe I should chill
I should go back on pills
Maybe give up happiness
And try picking up a new field
Cuz even if I never had to worry
'Bout paying the bills
Getting signed I still feel
Like I'm just better off killed
(1,2,3,4)
This how the story goes
Grinding til skin and bones
Battling feeling alone
(5,6,7,8)
Counting the rest of my days
For happiness I always pray
Hoping it isn't too late
(1,2,3,4)
This how the story goes
Grinding til skin and bones
Battling feeling alone
(5,6,7,8)
Counting the rest of my days
For happiness I always pray
Or sent to an early grave
Only known feeling is hurt
Tell me please what am I worth
If my hearts treated like dirt?
Don't know but feel like I'm cursed
Feelings made people disperse
Always scared to say what's on my brain so I'm faking a smirk
No it's not good for my health
But mostly keep to myself
Like I give everyone hell
If I cracked open my shell
Letting my emotions swell
Feeling like I'm needing help
Will my legacy prevail
Or am I just destined to fail?
I don't place any at fault
Just find it too hard to talk
In my mind, alone I walk
Including how battles are fought
I have let my past direct the
Actions of feeling distraught
When people ask me, "what's the matter?" I choke up and shrug it all off
Sorry to my friends who feel
Like I just hate them for real
Swear to god it's not the case
Just too much pain that never heals
Even if I never had to worry
'Bout paying the bills
Getting signed I still feel
Like I'm just better off killed
(1,2,3,4)
This how the story goes
Grinding til skin and bones
Battling feeling alone
(5,6,7,8)
Counting the rest of my days
For happiness I always pray
Hoping it isn't too late
(1,2,3,4)
This how the story goes
Grinding til skin and bones
Battling feeling alone
(5,6,7,8)
Counting the rest of my days
For happiness I always pray
Hoping it isn't too late
Do I even belong?
Thought has been hanging on strong
No matter how many songs
I write, it's hard to hold on
Wishing God colored me gone
I know to think of it's wrong
But be honest if I was dead
Would it be hard to move on?
Maybe to mom but
Others guess I'll never know
Despite competitions won
No one's attended my shows
I gave free copies to people
Of albums that cost me some O's
Just to have them thrown on the
Ground without hearing my soul
Why continue today?
I don't get radio play
I don't have a music video
So you notice my face
The fact I'm still doing this
14 years in the game
Is the textbook definition
Of going insane
Or maybe I should chill
I should go back on pills
Maybe give up happiness
And try picking up a new field
Cuz even if I never had to worry
'Bout paying the bills
Getting signed I still feel
Like I'm just better off killed
(1,2,3,4)
This how the story goes
Grinding til skin and bones
Battling feeling alone
(5,6,7,8)
Counting the rest of my days
For happiness I always pray
Hoping it isn't too late
(1,2,3,4)
This how the story goes
Grinding til skin and bones
Battling feeling alone
(5,6,7,8)
Counting the rest of my days
For happiness I always pray
Or sent to an early grave
Writer: Jarred Rivas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid