[Verse]
I was supposed to write this on my birthday, but thats past now
Octagonecologyst's too cool to like my last album
While tripping past failures
Still rattled by the fact
I was gonna say "what if they're wrong?"
I mean obviously its all subjective
But what if my collection
Of opinions isn't nearly as sound as I think?
What if they read my lyrics, but don't hear the sounds that I think?
Does anybody have the same problem?
The critic's art is what we least listen to
At least in terms of being you
Cause tampered ain't always untrue
But I was lost for so long it's harder to come to
Lucid dream
Dreaming whether its midnight or its noon
Wake up when I hit the hay
But fall asleep when its the floor
I guess it's just us choosing our reality
Cause see the way I see things
Thats it
I think I just figured out something
You don't have to say a lot
You just have to say a lot
Is it tragic if that happens?
Did we even say enough?
We're always gonna wonder why
But find peace before you die
Move along
Until its good, I'm gonna have to say bye
[Outro]
So bye
And decide whether it was real
I'll give you until the beat ends
I know you wanna feel it so wake up
Now that you've had a taste buy a dozen
One last donut