Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaac Reed Vukusich
Songwriter
Lyrics
Just when you make sense of things
Reality loses you
And the only way out
Is usually under
Stay alert people, there'll be more
I'm lost and roaming
Catcher In The Rye
Wanna fly off
Put a signal in the sky
Spell it all out
Leave me as the fall guy
In a women's coat
With matching eyes
That sounded old, but I won't out-rule it
Schizo-paranoid made me stupid
It's out of possibility, but this movement
Is real and I feel it
In the forehead
I'm a liar made of words
Tryna make it big
A fan that wants to do anything to win
Admiration, a sensation
Affirmation in conversation
Endless preservation
Just for stains that
Leave me looking like the bad-
You know I'm bad
The end is in sight
I'm tryna hold on
Stuck in a state
Where I'm the one gone
Not for the music
I stack up runs
Not to mention
I need a son
Before I get wiped out
Guideline fallout
Must get my mind out
If it's the only thing needing the loud
Got a Desert-Eagle
And it's Fortnite
Play it like it's Fortnite
Know it's not good for my lungs
Feeling like I'm a hoax of tongues
Feeling like the chosen one
But I'll never think I'm anything
More than a bum
Be myself?
Man, I've tried
To say it's easy
You have lied
One that's white
But trapped inside
Words are admittance
To some pride
So find me on Cloud 9
Wish I wasn't so high
The only way to find
A way to tomorrow's night
Stay alert people, there'll be more
St-st-stay alert people, there'll be more
Written by: Isaac Reed Vukusich
