Chris B - 111 Lyrics

I don't really make the songs in my feels
I got another side that I gotta conceal
I'm the one that wanna fit to your ideals
This the type of song I'm making in my feels
Put the backpack in the back alley
I got more addiction just to add to the tally
I gotta turn back, gotta talk to my family
Not tryna live my life with no good finale
The only thing that helps me out is making music Type of thing that I consider therapeutic
Wanna find another thing some more accusing Living ups and downs finding myself is too confusing
And I want you, I want you, I want you when I'm at my lowest
More infatuation keeping me unfocused
I didn't learn my lesson this time
Though I'm 17 I feel as if I have to try Another minor inconvenience
What are you tryna imply? I try to separate but I'm not good at goodbyes
Thinking bout my past self, thinking how I've grown Time was going fast, was stuck inside a phone
Sixth position I was low, slide like a trombone
My mind was fully blown, his ego overthrown
Tattoos like Post Malone, tried every damn cologne I got three separate snaps, I break em like a bone
And I want you, I want you, I want you and I'm at my lowest
More infatuation keeping me unfocused I gotta thank the friends that keep me as their closest
They helped me at my lowest
Comparing the situation back to back
Shit hit me harder than a bowl of crack
Hit me harder than my old plug, Zack
Colder than the water in my thermoflask
But Hey, don't you wanna know what happened? Don't you wanna go there, examine
Don't you wanna know where your story began in? Sit on the same chair that you always sat in
They don't wanna see the pain in my eyes They don't wanna be involved with the wise
They don't really care which one of them dies They don't really care which one of them lies
Interrogating him like the Mexican cartel
Instigating, just to live in the prison cell
Just like Kendrick screaming in his hotel
If that were me, I would've jumped off and fell
Took the information, cut off all communication Went to pump out at the station
Off the map with no location I deny his explanation, I deny his presentation
I just ruin his reputation, I don't know his motivation
And I planted a green bean, if that is what she means
We're playing like each scene, injected a vaccine
I got three things for you, very separate ideas
One don't take life too serious One have some faith in the mysterious
One don't involve in that experience One day you won't kill yourself being too curious
One, don't give a shit about the other ones One, don't try to lift a bunch of burger buns
One, ain't it a shame just to walk away Treat yourself like every day is something to display
Treat yourself like every day is your birthday
Write yourself a paragraph on your essay
Try to speed 111 on the freeway Treat your family with a brand new bouquet
But Chris, the f*ck are all your lyrics about? They up on my personality route
Something new, that I can bring out Something that you gotta read
Or something you can dig out