Musry - Thank You For Listening lyrics

[Verse: Musry] On my own with this Who's coming with me, I don't really know Looked up to me, now I know they don't What's up with me, I could really show you She said for a west end Leb you seem like a good guy Truth is you give me one good night All you'll get is one good bye Hold it down was once my style, where'd my mind go? I dunno Said I'd never try what I'm high on But I'm just dying for a quiet home My brain is too big to be caged in a basement Stuck on my dreams I can't chase a replacement I guess I'll just face it when my time is wasted, wasted Past moments of greatness they all feel so ancient, ancient They tell me be patient but I know that patience Won't change it I can't show them patience in place of amazement Unless I fake it, and I'm not with the fakeness I swear I could lost in this music like mazes My life would feel useless if I choose to waste it f** up to me knees, I'm in up to my waist I'll eat supper next week if I suffer today I don't need to fit in to silence these critics I sleep at night in despite of these crickets They have strength in digits, like flee's and I'm itchin' to k** 'em But you take one down and there's always two to fill in That's real, is there a big enough meal to keep a man like me filled? To keep a man like me still It's gunna take a girl cold enough that could make me chill Make me feel I should pray at each meal That she doesn't do some that could break my will But right now I'm closed down Come with me I could should you how it goes down Let her know I got calls on hold now Cuz I don't really wanna hear from that old crowd Don't wanna feel like my soul sold out Do this on my own I was never shown how Anytime I spoke out, I was shown doubt Respond to loose lips with a closed mouth Try to go the same way as Kanye but every time I try it just goes south (Hold up, I'm not done yet, I'm not done) Don't let you commitment be limited by their a**istance I swear they'll feel jealous even if it's just for an instant Don't hate me for sounding too zealous, not one word was written, yeah I know that I sound so revamped, but I wasn't bitten, uh When I'm on this mission, trippin', thinkin' 'bout if I'll be in Edmonton Next winter, frost bitten Up at 6, pitch dark, still getting it Roads bad, cars plugged in for the ignition But I swear that we're all so gifted And if you made it this far I've got to thank you for listening Western Genius