Mistah Kye - Not So Bad
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be grey
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
I guess it's not so bad, man fuck being sad
I'm tryna grind and maybe write for the things I ain't had
I'm sitting in my room recording, got the mic in my hands
They say I couldn't do it but I'm sure that I can
Got me thinking bout' the pressure, now I'm feeling like Stan
Cuh they don't understand the kid that's why my fans are my fam
Growing up I'm feeling troubled, kinda hard with no dad
I got my pen and my pad I guess it's not so... bad
Starring at my ceiling tryna cope with mental health
They say that I should write it down but G it doesn't help
I'm failing school they think I'm cool I think I'm bout' to melt
I think the world is out for me I wanna show you alchemy
But why they always doubting me, I do this by myself, you see
I'm tryna keep my spirits high, now everybody counts on me
Why? I post a track and then I ghost again
Giving you excuses like oh shit I lost my pen again
I guess it's not so bad, man fuck being sad
I'm tryna grind and maybe write for the things I ain't had
I'm sitting in my room recording, got the mic in my hands
They say I couldn't do it but I'm sure that I can
Got me thinking bout' the pressure, now I'm feeling like Stan
Cuh they don't understand the kid that's why my fans are my fam
Growing up I'm feeling troubled, kinda hard with no dad
I got my pen and my pad I guess it's not so... bad
I'm thinking bout' the post-traumatic stresses
I'm tryna steer my mind away I'm moving hella reckless
Bro I'm nutting in the whores and thinking damn she coulda kept it
I'm forgetting I'm a artist G, my shit is very precious
Man I'm growing up, I gotta work and now I'm stressing
I used to care what people think, now I don't be caring
Gotta leave a legacy before I leave that's why I'm airing
Nothing lasts forever, it's a curse and it's a blessing
I guess it's not so bad, man fuck being sad
I'm tryna grind and maybe write for the things I ain't had
I'm sitting in my room recording, got the mic in my hands
They say I couldn't do it but I'm sure that I can
Got me thinking bout' the pressure, now I'm feeling like Stan
Cuh they don't understand the kid that's why my fans are my fam
Growing up I'm feeling troubled, kinda hard with no dad
I got my pen and my pad I guess it's not so... bad
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be grey
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Written by:
MiSTah Kye
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