When I look to my left in a world I don't belong
As I float to my right still feels like I'm going wrong
Stuck in a song
These mellow days, they all feel the same
Thought I'd be closer now,
But I'm in the same place
I'm tryna make it out
Tryna make it out
Oh, what's that about?
What's that about?
And when the postman said that he wants my head ay,
Thought it was a laugh 'til the bus driver,
And the metre maid said the exact same
Mellow days I feel they all the same
Thought I'd be older now,
But I'm still the same age
I'm tryna make it out
Tryna make it out
Oh, what's that about ?
What's that about ?
Stuck inside a song
I'm doing nothing wrong
I long for my mum
And all my friends
This is the part where I let out,
All of these loudmouth funny men
Then I begin to check upon myself
A green medicine to clean out the shelf
In a barefoot conversation with an elf
Yeah, and it helps
When your stuck in a cloud
Not the kinda smoke your dreaming about
Choking on the dirt you breathe in a crowd
Provoking all the scenes that shouldn't be allowed
But I'm about
To make it, take this shot to get out
And I make mistakes more than I get it right
And I spend more than I make, yeah money's tight
It's a funny fight cus I'm the only one to blame
I'm tryna make it out
Tryna make it out
Oh, what's that about?
What's that about?
I'm tryna make it
I'm, tryna make it out
What's that about ?
What's that ?