xK.

Yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah

Here comes the sun when this drug hits my mind
I’m not a fan of fun, but make it look good
There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to listen
To my reasons for always feeling bad
After drugs, spliffs, mixes, I couldn’t calm my fight
How can you be alright if you can’t defuse
Your head that’s blowing up like dynamite
It makes me forget my mood
You mess me up but, ah, I’m stronger
You don’t know how many cringey moments I’ve seen
And even people I look up to and admire
But then you change your perspective and those idols become tiny, yeah
I start with purple, take her out
I ask her why I have to stay inside
I know this feeling from the ground up
If I stay here, I’ll explode, like right now, bro, in this moment

I’m searching for reasons like they’re always there, but for what?
I talk to myself, but I’m not being honest, seriously, why?
I’ve got too many in my head: Why?
And to many, I just say that’s how life is
I always have someone asking: Why?
Hey, okay, maybe without it I’d feel empty (I’d feel empty)

Quack-quack-quack-when I am
I’ve got her (I’ve got her), okay
She called for me from that place
She gives me too much, I don’t know how to give it back
Sometimes I think too long, just staring at my reflection
You fall for me, but you deny it to pull me back into the universe
Don’t tell me to be depressed
Oh God, how much time I’ve wasted
You look like a grandma if I don’t eat often

Yeah-eh, I’m searching for reasons like they’re always there, but for what?
I talk to myself, but I’m not being honest, seriously, why?
I’ve got too many in my head: Why?
And to many, I just say that’s how life is
I always have someone asking: Why?
Hey, okay, maybe without it I’d feel empty (I’d feel empty)