Witt Lowry - Look Alive lyrics

[Hook] Stop the press, everything's a mess You can look alive, but you are not at rest And ideas are flowing through your head A million miles an hour while lying in your bed A lucid life you never thought you'd lead Are you working everyday? Are you working just to bleed? I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (Verse 1) Sometimes I, don't want to wake up Because dreams is what we're made of And we live in a world, where fake girls take fake d**, make fake love Damn, where's the real at Can't tell me you can't feel that These layers that I peel back, now tell me is this real rap? f** that, this is heart break How much can take this heart take? You love something just so much that, when it's gone you feel your heart ache No wait, I mean literally, f**ing feel your heart ache Gla** full of vodka, just to drown away a hard day Damn, so we fell out of love You see, you wanted him, and me, I wanted us We would fight, and we would argue, when the fighting got tough Then when I make a line like that, they'd try to guess who it was But, what if I told you these lines didn't mean sh**? Would you get the same feel, from when you thought that it did? Like when a girl comes and tells you, that she wants to have kids And then you f**ing realize she never gave two sh**s [Hook] Stop the press, everything's a mess You can look alive, but you are not at rest And ideas are flowing through your head A million miles an hour while lying in your bed A lucid life you never thought you'd lead Are you working everyday? Are you working just to bleed? I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (Verse 2) Sometimes I try to act tough, the pain I feel is too much And we live in a world, where girls just need to hide behind their makeup I ain't made of mils, these college bills are costin' more than I make huh So I lay in bed and ponder, when the f** these things will change up What am I supposed to do, get two jobs to make it work Well what's minimum wage, is eight-fifty all I'm worth? Damn, well I guess that is status quo So all the rich are getting' richer, while the poor man stays poor And sh**, I ain't looking for material things I want the love and the music, and the fans that it brings So what the f** you looking for, do you want the same thing? Or is your mind set on nice cars, and nice gold rings? I try to bring things to light, that have been locked in my mind I put my heart out on a platter, you can take what you find It's fine, you can take this song as me just b**hin' Or you can take this as a lesson, and let your ears really listen, and listen [Hook] Stop the press, everything's a mess You can look alive, but you are not at rest And ideas are flowing through your head A million miles an hour while lying in your bed A lucid life you never thought you'd lead Are you working everyday? Are you working just to bleed? I know, I know, I know, I know, I know