Better Late Than Never by Taj Gordon Lyrics

Y'all are making autocorrected music
I almost missed us making already dead music
In debt to remember
Ain't mentally stable
Diggin' in sacks
What a damn shame
You damn langs
What happens when my few minutes of fame corrupt?

I'm sure convinced, but shut up
Talk shit
Telling me my music really fuckin' sucks
Cause of fuckin' luck
I evolve at a constant rate of change
As I quickly snatch a quarter of the profit
I wonder what I'll earn off it

Hit the hatchet
No burden asked it
No one's asked to offer them cheese
You gotta stop and you can't
Citgo stop and look at the countryside
Compliment's gonna fly
Getting life on the high tide

Score sporting apparel from friends
Think that it's quality still
It's what your consolation does
Simultaneous starting sales
Gettin' pale
Tailgatin' to the moon
Must've got your thoughts trapped inside an orb

Invaded artists
Literally nothing really exists
Infinite space
Illiterate as all the other cool cats
Think what he's spitting shit
So fitting, shitwad
Take a double dip into indoor swimming pools (très)

Fuzzy image over another's opinion
A fake story
Just remember it's in a lake
Fuck the tenants, hear the shake
Wonderin' why this is a little weird
Or ravin' such a ruckus
Well fuck us
I'm just a little kid from a little town
But once again as we've seen
It's just playin' around
Silence
See the sound poundin'
As the heart beats loud
In the dead soul of a demon
Didn't realize it that he was dreamin'
Must've woke up
From extended slumber
And then fantasy stuck
Like a total nightmare unfurls
Black wings
Nighttime is here

Fear