Eric Gorodetsky - Mental Sk**ness lyrics

[Verse 1] Long time coming, long time running I'm like nothing you heard before, furthermore I'm not frontin', you won't hear nothin' ‘bout All my riches with all-white b**hes Future misgivings, and this is not living No seatbelt ‘cause I'm just not driven Lacking ambition, with twenty-ten vision Pulled to the ground by my mind's apparition Slipping, slipping, this sh** is my mission Blueprints of darker depths built without architects Markin' text, heart effects, everyone's grinning Starter kit marketed only for startin' sh** Wishing I'm different, I'm sick of misgivings What is the point when the world keeps on spinning? Spinning, spinning, inflicted condition I'm just not winning and I can't compete with it I'm just a freak I guess, is there a bleaker test? I need to reconnect with my deceitfulness This must be why no one ever does speak of this Bleak abyss, fighting a well of emotions and notions Commotion provoking just to evoke an emotion Just hoping I'm not too late to become relevant Roommates with elephants, two-faced intelligence Who placed the suitcase of shoelace as evidence? That was a separate incident, don't mention it The f** am I saying? I put it on paper and Now it's recorded, reported, distorted I should be mortified, but I'm not I'm just not, I'm just gettin' my second wind Stuck in a hole, fill this plot of a pessimist [Verse 2] Yo, I'm mildly out of wack mixed with an ounce of that Now not just bouncing back, bouncin' off the walls Yeah, powerful, bountiful No doubt I'm to bound to fall down but right now I feel Like I'll surmount it all, feel like I'm mountain tall Like cherries on chocolate swirls, I am on Top of the world, beatin' my chest Reekin' of cess, no sleepin', no rest Thinking success is arbitrary Shoulders gettin' hard to carry Locked with thoughts that start to scare me I can barely clear my head Yeah, and if you wanna meet this walkin' charity (charity) Find me on the path skipping merrily Online shopping carelessly f** a fixed budget, I'm coppin' a pair of these Rarities, starin' me, darin' me, over and Over like parakeets, someone take care of me Therapy, clarity, hanging on barely Hearing the Narrow Seas say that they'll carry me So close to hopeless, I'm like Adele, not Crying a river but I'm like compelled to Keep drowning in my sorrows and go right to hell The f** am I saying? You think that I'm playing? I'm stuck fluctuating ‘tween manic depressive and this Damn hypomanic thing can't understand a thing Damn, I was doing so well until I fell Smackin' the mat, but ain't hearin' no bell