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Rainclouds never fade Again, again, again... And I've been looking for A means, to the end Why do we even try I'm a, glass half-empty kind of guy Still don't know how to do s**t for myself I guess only time we'll tell We're on this carousel I'm in my own world but, It's the apocalypse I try to stay humble but it's, Too hard in this rocket ship. It was all good Now it's all bad They tell me move on But I fall back What you call that? It's more seasonal depression Retrograde why can't I use my own message I was lost I never received direction, Why is ****my or this**** life so perplexing? Why is my mind always racing and I'm always stressing I just need a little more time Cause we were never, Good together We were never, Good together But I think we could be forever, I think this could, be forever be forever. But you just wouldn't get it Taking pills to make me feel anything Chilling in the hospital They not letting my parents in This sh*t's embarrassing Nineteen with no future yet Felt like a shadow Now I'm feeling like a silhouette. Mac understood me While my peers all overlooked me I owe him everything like I Used to owe my bookie I remember taking xans Woke up and owed a couple grand I hope that if I ever die My people will understand It's a long time coming Writing songs about nothing I went outside and lived my life Then f*cked it up like (Jesus Christ) Sold her soul for grams of blow And took a trip to Firefly, Hit up Ben like lets be friends Then turned his mind to Mike-N-Ikes. Little did she know he'll get rich And f*ck her friends, Playing head games only works If young beal is getting head, So it never really hit me Dreaming of needles No Tetnis of Measles, I need rehab I OD'd on fifth ave My life is like a good ad for allergy pills If the drugs don't kill him Then the salary will I'm BB with the name But BP with the spill We like oil with the water we don't mix when we drill We could leave right now, I don't think people would see us I've been sad as f*ck I'll spark a J then repay the meter It's just not in the cards like Tarot Take the weed out my sneakers and roll, The walls are think I hope the neighbors don't hear us But they'll probably hear us Yea they'll probably hear us (Chirps) --- Carousel - Ben Beal