Текст песни
I’m sorry mama, this world ain’t what I thought to be
I’m zooking out, but standing out, you proud of me?
Ketamine, molly, cocaine, ketamine, molly, cocaine
Crashing out, I’m zooking out,
I’m sorry mama, this world ain’t what I thought to be
I’m zooking out, but standing out, you proud of me
I’m checking out, I’m crashing out
I’m zooking out, I’m zooking out
I ain’t your average, never been the type to blend
Mind full of static, demons dancing in my head
Broken mirrors show, everything I just pretend
Chasing highs again, just to feel alive again
Smoke in my lungs, thought trapped in the maze
Pills in my tongue, trying to blur out the days
I’m zooking out trying to quiet down the screams, lost in the dark, but I’m running through my dreams
The latest lazy child out the litter, I ain’t bitter
I’ve been skipping over stones and I’ve always been a quitter
I am smarter than I know, but nobody knows a little
I’ll start with sticks and stones, but don’t ask me to deliver
I will listen, sit, and watch, stop the timing on your clock
Wash it off, pause, I am caution when you stop
I will just pretend I’m more, second guessing when I’m poor
Saving face, breaking hearts, never leave yourself alone
I’m sorry mama, this world ain’t what I thought to be
I’m zooking out, but standing out, you proud of me?
Ketamine, molly, cocaine, ketamine, molly, cocaine
Crashing out, I’m zooking out,
I’m sorry mama, this world ain’t what I thought to be
I’m zooking out, but standing out, you proud of me
I’m checking out, I’m crashing out
I’m zooking out, I’m zooking out
My truest apprehension, disappoint them without their promised pension
In deep pockets of investors, gone through all the detours
Sky high expectations, we move forward even without directions
Yet, I, soulless, I traverse, paths and souls of endless
Why does everyone come to me like I have all the answers?
Just here for the juicy tea, I’m really not your babysitter
Dead lover, big parlay, indifferent, it all feels the same way
Psychopath, sociopath, why these labels? You should do the math
Controlled habitual vices, really need to take my own advice
Constantly on edge, always rolling my own dice
Maybe, just maybe, I don’t need a reason after all
I did feel empty, but it’s not for no good reason at all
