Mbn by 0rson P4rkr Lyrics
Mbn
It must be nice to have so much attention
Without my music
Bet i wouldn’t get a mention
Not a peep or a sound
Not a pen drop around
Like im livin’ in a silent dimension
It must be nice to have some friends in person
Goin’ over someone house would be worth it
Do what’s best for my life
And ill do best for yours
But not everyone agrees with my certain
It must be nice to have parents that love you
When you come home from school they always hug you
Yes, Their sticks and their stones
And they’re breaking my bones
But every now and then i need a hug too
It must be nice to have such a good friend group
Drama happens, But you have them to notice you
You can laugh
You can cry
You can ask
You can pry
But unfortunately, i don’t get those to do
It must be nice to link with your online friends
I know with them, that the fun could never end
Yes there’s hate
Yes there’s arguments
But you’ll get over it
Well, not always, it depends
It must be mice to have something to live for
If i had that, then i’d probably live more
I don’t care if it’s small
If it’s right, if it’s wrong
I just want something to live and strive for
It must be nice to have someone who loves you
Who would kiss
Who would fuck
Who would hug you
Who would jump
Who would laugh
All the human contact
All the texts saying, “Goodnight, I love you”
It must be nice to have such a good fanbase
Releasing music at consistent, but slow rates
You don’t even do much
You just rub, You just touch
But you’re treated like a god in your own state
It must be nice to have stable connections
Something that won’t affect your affections
Talking life, Talking school
Talking music, and cool shit
But sometimes it comes with deceptions
It must be nice to not be used so often
Im just dug up, and used like a coffin
When they’re done, then they fade
Is it karma? it may be
But it makes it worse when i stop them
It must be nice to have friends who make music
Friends who take pride for it, don’t abuse it
Everyone, they just sing
Just to hear themselves sing
But for me.. This shit is therapeutic
It must be nice to not be left out all the time
Trapped in transparent boxes just like a mime
You can talk, You can yell
But they deaf, will not tell
If your speaking to them in their own minds
It must be nice to have so much attention
Without my music
Bet i wouldn’t get a mention
Not a peep or a sound
Not a pen drop around
Like im livin’ in a silent dimension
It must be nice to have some friends in person
Goin’ over someone house would be worth it
Do what’s best for my life
And ill do best for yours
But not everyone agrees with my certain
It must be nice to have parents that love you
When you come home from school they always hug you
Yes, Their sticks and their stones
And they’re breaking my bones
But every now and then i need a hug too
It must be nice to have such a good friend group
Drama happens, But you have them to notice you
You can laugh
You can cry
You can ask
You can pry
But unfortunately, i don’t get those to do
It must be nice to link with your online friends
I know with them, that the fun could never end
Yes there’s hate
Yes there’s arguments
But you’ll get over it
Well, not always, it depends
It must be mice to have something to live for
If i had that, then i’d probably live more
I don’t care if it’s small
If it’s right, if it’s wrong
I just want something to live and strive for
It must be nice to have someone who loves you
Who would kiss
Who would fuck
Who would hug you
Who would jump
Who would laugh
All the human contact
All the texts saying, “Goodnight, I love you”
It must be nice to have such a good fanbase
Releasing music at consistent, but slow rates
You don’t even do much
You just rub, You just touch
But you’re treated like a god in your own state
It must be nice to have stable connections
Something that won’t affect your affections
Talking life, Talking school
Talking music, and cool shit
But sometimes it comes with deceptions
It must be nice to not be used so often
Im just dug up, and used like a coffin
When they’re done, then they fade
Is it karma? it may be
But it makes it worse when i stop them
It must be nice to have friends who make music
Friends who take pride for it, don’t abuse it
Everyone, they just sing
Just to hear themselves sing
But for me.. This shit is therapeutic
It must be nice to not be left out all the time
Trapped in transparent boxes just like a mime
You can talk, You can yell
But they deaf, will not tell
If your speaking to them in their own minds