Comfort by The Owl Prince Lyrics
These loops I lead
Of constantly
Pulling schemes
For sponsored teams
I thought that these
Thoughts would leave
But here we go: again, repeat
On the rocks so long, i'm lookin neat
Finna' end where soul and body meet
This machine of meat
Takes the driver's seat
And starts telling me:
You're incomplete
Not elite
You're obsolete
Just retreat
You can't compete
Admit defеat
Return to start, no receipts
You'rе incomplete
Not elite
You're obsolete
Just retreat
You can't compete
Admit defeat
Return to start, no receipts
We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another
We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another
The food I feign's
Not feeding me
Its the holes in me
That are hungering
They're ushering
A cluttering
That's covering
My wondering
So I'm comforting
With other things
Things that leave me stumbling
And fumbling
It really should be humbling
But this truth i can't digest
I'm no different from the rest
From womb to tomb, we clean a mess
We're our own damsel in distress
No matter how we dress success
Our crave for comfort causes stress
I ask my selves what happens next
But this is all that they've expressed:
You're incomplete
Not elite
You're obsolete
Just retreat
You can't compete
Admit defeat
Return to start, no receipts
You got no heat
Take a seat
You waste these beats
Press delete
Your life's deplete
No deceit
They're pressing skip, not repeat
We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another
We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another
The search for comfort's not consoling
The search for content leaves you scrolling
Even with therapeutic rolling
You'll see that suffering's controlling
So for the old me, i'm condoling
For now, it's Moksha i'm patrolling
And from samsara, unenrolling
Tired of this jailing then paroling
No more chasing for the safe and warm
I retreat to latent form
And so now I'm sober and it's over
I'm so done with mediocre
I'll go back to bein a loner
And being my own owner
We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another
We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another
I'm done lookin for some comfort
Won't find it in a number
Won't find it in another
I'm done lookin for some comfort
Won't find it in a number
Won't find it in another
Of constantly
Pulling schemes
For sponsored teams
I thought that these
Thoughts would leave
But here we go: again, repeat
On the rocks so long, i'm lookin neat
Finna' end where soul and body meet
This machine of meat
Takes the driver's seat
And starts telling me:
You're incomplete
Not elite
You're obsolete
Just retreat
You can't compete
Admit defеat
Return to start, no receipts
You'rе incomplete
Not elite
You're obsolete
Just retreat
You can't compete
Admit defeat
Return to start, no receipts
We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another
We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another
The food I feign's
Not feeding me
Its the holes in me
That are hungering
They're ushering
A cluttering
That's covering
My wondering
So I'm comforting
With other things
Things that leave me stumbling
And fumbling
It really should be humbling
But this truth i can't digest
I'm no different from the rest
From womb to tomb, we clean a mess
We're our own damsel in distress
No matter how we dress success
Our crave for comfort causes stress
I ask my selves what happens next
But this is all that they've expressed:
You're incomplete
Not elite
You're obsolete
Just retreat
You can't compete
Admit defeat
Return to start, no receipts
You got no heat
Take a seat
You waste these beats
Press delete
Your life's deplete
No deceit
They're pressing skip, not repeat
We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another
We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another
The search for comfort's not consoling
The search for content leaves you scrolling
Even with therapeutic rolling
You'll see that suffering's controlling
So for the old me, i'm condoling
For now, it's Moksha i'm patrolling
And from samsara, unenrolling
Tired of this jailing then paroling
No more chasing for the safe and warm
I retreat to latent form
And so now I'm sober and it's over
I'm so done with mediocre
I'll go back to bein a loner
And being my own owner
We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another
We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another
I'm done lookin for some comfort
Won't find it in a number
Won't find it in another
I'm done lookin for some comfort
Won't find it in a number
Won't find it in another