THURSDAY by THE NUMBER X Lyrics
Verse: THE NUMBER X
Never mind b**ch, the shit we do is forever
Mind, you will never find one line mine. Never
Two times, know you never climb higher than I am
Sipping wine, feeling f***ing fine, f**k your mind
Grow a tumour in it, ain't it luck? Benign
You are still alive
Should have used a nine
Flipping through these vines like, The Internet is Dying!
Entertainment internationalised and less rationalised
I see rash in your eyes, but I have worts in mine
Making it harder for me to see the easy shit in life
Put some work to die for, high on I-doser
Metamorphosis-ing Idols in your eyeballs
Cause the pedastal is ideal, just to prove a point to rivals
In your mind’s bible
It's survival of your conscience or your consciousness
How the do you deal? With having to fulfill
The fantasies of castles in the hills?
It's ecstasy to build, it takes sobriety to fill
The empty space and make a home
But I am alone inside the dome
Fantasies of castles in the hills
Creating families to substitute the real
The shit I feel cannot be real
I can’t feel shit! Why does socialising have to be a fucking field trip?
Get attached too fucking quick, quit before you get hit!
I'm not emotional, I'm purely psychologically stressed
And every time I go to sleep the pain becomes on my chest
It's All placebo! And I am my cerebro!
WHat the f**k do you think it is sustaining this libido?
Never mind b**ch, the shit we do is forever
Mind, you will never find one line mine. Never
Two times, know you never climb higher than I am
Sipping wine, feeling f***ing fine, f**k your mind
Grow a tumour in it, ain't it luck? Benign
You are still alive
Should have used a nine
Flipping through these vines like, The Internet is Dying!
Entertainment internationalised and less rationalised
I see rash in your eyes, but I have worts in mine
Making it harder for me to see the easy shit in life
Put some work to die for, high on I-doser
Metamorphosis-ing Idols in your eyeballs
Cause the pedastal is ideal, just to prove a point to rivals
In your mind’s bible
It's survival of your conscience or your consciousness
How the do you deal? With having to fulfill
The fantasies of castles in the hills?
It's ecstasy to build, it takes sobriety to fill
The empty space and make a home
But I am alone inside the dome
Fantasies of castles in the hills
Creating families to substitute the real
The shit I feel cannot be real
I can’t feel shit! Why does socialising have to be a fucking field trip?
Get attached too fucking quick, quit before you get hit!
I'm not emotional, I'm purely psychologically stressed
And every time I go to sleep the pain becomes on my chest
It's All placebo! And I am my cerebro!
WHat the f**k do you think it is sustaining this libido?