Letra de Coffin Talk
It happened so fast, and I don't even know how we got here
All I know is I'm spinning tires in my tracks
When I try to move forward, I'm just sinking even deeper
All I know is I'm spinning tires in my tracks
When I try to move forward, I'm just sinking even deeper
And I'm living in the past when I try to move back
All I know is that I'm sad, even though I got a life
That I know that other people wanna have
Call me selfish, call me spoiled, call me a brat
But I wanna be happy, why can't you just call me that?
The internet has made me grow to hate my own voice
You know what kind of fucked up shit does to your head
But when I rap about it, peoplе tell me not to be sad about it
That I should takе a break and maybe get some rest
But when I live without it
People forget that I exist, and then I'm pissed about it
Like all the rappers that I helped straight up just dipped up out it
Forget that Crypt was essential and their success
But when I'm stuck inside this ditch they don't say shit about it
Everybody loves to watch a car crash
I knew one day I'd fall but not this fuckin' hard fast
No one can prepare you for the part of your life
When you're without any light and driving down a dark path
All I see is pitch black
All I see Crypt's bad, all I see is Crypt's sad
All I see is Crypt's mad, all I see is Crypt lacks any real life value
So why continue on with this whole Crypt act
I don't wanna feel like this anymore
My heart is shattered and broken and torn
Can someone tell me, why am I like this?
I'm tired of trying, I'm tired of fighting
I'm sore, I need the key to this door that I'm locked in
I'm out of options, all my thoughts are despair
No one else seems to care, I'm just talkin' inside of my coffin
It seems like every time I grab this mic
I'm second guessing every single word I try to write
Back in the day I used to let it flow like open pipes
But now it's clogged up stopped up with the fear of life
And lately I been hating even tryna try
'Cause when I write a bar I think about all the eyes up on it
Judging me for thoughts inside my brain that I put down to notes
Overthink it all 'till it comes crashin' down like I'm a comet
Scratching through my lyrics like I'm signing CD's at my shows
So many half finished songs up on my top desktop
That prolly won't ever see the moment that they'll be finished
Cause I'm feeling finished now, inching closer to a headshot
Stoppin' all these thoughts inside my head before I end it
Just imagine talkin' to your therapist
And everybody hearin' it
Critiquing it ripping it up and tearin' it
Swearin' it's the worst thing that they've heard
No comparison I'm barely makin' it as it is, so get to burying
I know that my raps have made an impact
Some would argue they've been good
Some would argue they've been bad
For every message that I get telling me that I'm shit
I get one sayin' that I stopped somebody from slittin' their wrist
It's a see saw double edged sword, slicing some meat off
Wishing every day that I could get the pain to please stop
Worrying who's listening, do I sound like I'm Eminem?
Do I sound like another rapper out there doing this again?
Scrap another song that prolly could provide someone with help
Oh well, at least another song don't sound like someone else
The pain in my voice has become apparent
Can't even talk about this with my parents
Cause I hate the thought of it, no matter what the problem is
It's never big enough for the world to care
And it's obvious, the problem is me
Should probably stop with this beat
Should probably stop this rapping before it puts a stop to me
I don't wanna feel like this anymore
My heart is shattered and broken and torn
Can someone tell me, why am I like this?
I'm tired of trying, I'm tired of fighting
I'm sore, I need the key to this door that I'm locked in
I'm out of options, all my thoughts are despair
No one else seems to care, I'm just talkin' inside of my coffin
All I know is that I'm sad, even though I got a life
That I know that other people wanna have
Call me selfish, call me spoiled, call me a brat
But I wanna be happy, why can't you just call me that?
The internet has made me grow to hate my own voice
You know what kind of fucked up shit does to your head
But when I rap about it, peoplе tell me not to be sad about it
That I should takе a break and maybe get some rest
But when I live without it
People forget that I exist, and then I'm pissed about it
Like all the rappers that I helped straight up just dipped up out it
Forget that Crypt was essential and their success
But when I'm stuck inside this ditch they don't say shit about it
Everybody loves to watch a car crash
I knew one day I'd fall but not this fuckin' hard fast
No one can prepare you for the part of your life
When you're without any light and driving down a dark path
All I see is pitch black
All I see Crypt's bad, all I see is Crypt's sad
All I see is Crypt's mad, all I see is Crypt lacks any real life value
So why continue on with this whole Crypt act
I don't wanna feel like this anymore
My heart is shattered and broken and torn
Can someone tell me, why am I like this?
I'm tired of trying, I'm tired of fighting
I'm sore, I need the key to this door that I'm locked in
I'm out of options, all my thoughts are despair
No one else seems to care, I'm just talkin' inside of my coffin
It seems like every time I grab this mic
I'm second guessing every single word I try to write
Back in the day I used to let it flow like open pipes
But now it's clogged up stopped up with the fear of life
And lately I been hating even tryna try
'Cause when I write a bar I think about all the eyes up on it
Judging me for thoughts inside my brain that I put down to notes
Overthink it all 'till it comes crashin' down like I'm a comet
Scratching through my lyrics like I'm signing CD's at my shows
So many half finished songs up on my top desktop
That prolly won't ever see the moment that they'll be finished
Cause I'm feeling finished now, inching closer to a headshot
Stoppin' all these thoughts inside my head before I end it
Just imagine talkin' to your therapist
And everybody hearin' it
Critiquing it ripping it up and tearin' it
Swearin' it's the worst thing that they've heard
No comparison I'm barely makin' it as it is, so get to burying
I know that my raps have made an impact
Some would argue they've been good
Some would argue they've been bad
For every message that I get telling me that I'm shit
I get one sayin' that I stopped somebody from slittin' their wrist
It's a see saw double edged sword, slicing some meat off
Wishing every day that I could get the pain to please stop
Worrying who's listening, do I sound like I'm Eminem?
Do I sound like another rapper out there doing this again?
Scrap another song that prolly could provide someone with help
Oh well, at least another song don't sound like someone else
The pain in my voice has become apparent
Can't even talk about this with my parents
Cause I hate the thought of it, no matter what the problem is
It's never big enough for the world to care
And it's obvious, the problem is me
Should probably stop with this beat
Should probably stop this rapping before it puts a stop to me
I don't wanna feel like this anymore
My heart is shattered and broken and torn
Can someone tell me, why am I like this?
I'm tired of trying, I'm tired of fighting
I'm sore, I need the key to this door that I'm locked in
I'm out of options, all my thoughts are despair
No one else seems to care, I'm just talkin' inside of my coffin
