Padded Room (Paused)
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โฑ๏ธ 2:16 duration
๐ ID: 26480120
๐ Lyrics
Yeah
Check it out, right
Yeah, uh
Look, I'm going crazy, feel like my house is a padded room
Like nothing's gonna happen soon, wake up in the afternoon
Yeah, and I've only got myself to blame
But it gets better when I put pen to page
With every verse I elevate, feelin' like a renegade
Not even Jesus could set me straight at Heaven's gates
End of days, don't listen if it's unwise
Fallin' asleep watchin' the sun rise
'Cause I'm wonderin' if this dream temporary (Uh-huh)
Or if one day it'll simply be dead and buried
Just another headstone in the cemetery
Stiff and cold like the limbs of oaks in February
Yeah, I write the truth, I'm not a novelist
My thoughts get ominous, but I always just jot 'em in
And they often just soften quick (Uh-huh)
Kick my feet up on the ottoman, yeah
I'm going crazy, feel like my house is a padded room
Like nothing's gonna happen soon, wakin' up in the afternoon
Gazing down at the avenue, chasing to have the passion to
Create the raps of where my brain aimin' to travel to
I'm off racin', star gazin', don't have a care
I be truly just doin' me, feeling debonair
It's hell to pay and the devil is dwelling there
I swear these stresses will cost me more than a head of hair
Look, I said we honestly major (Uh-huh)
I deserve the key to the city that I got from the mayor
I be plottin' the capers
Who'd have thought that a job as a content creator
Would've gotten me paper
I'm out
Check it out, right
Yeah, uh
Look, I'm going crazy, feel like my house is a padded room
Like nothing's gonna happen soon, wake up in the afternoon
Yeah, and I've only got myself to blame
But it gets better when I put pen to page
With every verse I elevate, feelin' like a renegade
Not even Jesus could set me straight at Heaven's gates
End of days, don't listen if it's unwise
Fallin' asleep watchin' the sun rise
'Cause I'm wonderin' if this dream temporary (Uh-huh)
Or if one day it'll simply be dead and buried
Just another headstone in the cemetery
Stiff and cold like the limbs of oaks in February
Yeah, I write the truth, I'm not a novelist
My thoughts get ominous, but I always just jot 'em in
And they often just soften quick (Uh-huh)
Kick my feet up on the ottoman, yeah
I'm going crazy, feel like my house is a padded room
Like nothing's gonna happen soon, wakin' up in the afternoon
Gazing down at the avenue, chasing to have the passion to
Create the raps of where my brain aimin' to travel to
I'm off racin', star gazin', don't have a care
I be truly just doin' me, feeling debonair
It's hell to pay and the devil is dwelling there
I swear these stresses will cost me more than a head of hair
Look, I said we honestly major (Uh-huh)
I deserve the key to the city that I got from the mayor
I be plottin' the capers
Who'd have thought that a job as a content creator
Would've gotten me paper
I'm out
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.80] Yeah
[00:12.59] Check it out, right
[00:15.14] Yeah, uh
[00:21.60] Look, I'm going crazy, feel like my house is a padded room
[00:25.23] Like nothing's gonna happen soon, wake up in the afternoon
[00:28.99] Yeah, and I've only got myself to blame
[00:32.02] But it gets better when I put pen to page
[00:34.16] With every verse I elevate, feelin' like a renegade
[00:36.95] Not even Jesus could set me straight at Heaven's gates
[00:40.06] End of days, don't listen if it's unwise
[00:43.33] Fallin' asleep watchin' the sun rise
[00:45.95] 'Cause I'm wonderin' if this dream temporary (Uh-huh)
[00:48.64] Or if one day it'll simply be dead and buried
[00:51.22] Just another headstone in the cemetery
[00:54.05] Stiff and cold like the limbs of oaks in February
[00:57.10] Yeah, I write the truth, I'm not a novelist
[00:59.50] My thoughts get ominous, but I always just jot 'em in
[01:02.41] And they often just soften quick (Uh-huh)
[01:04.22] Kick my feet up on the ottoman, yeah
[01:07.63] I'm going crazy, feel like my house is a padded room
[01:10.80] Like nothing's gonna happen soon, wakin' up in the afternoon
[01:13.68] Gazing down at the avenue, chasing to have the passion to
[01:16.88] Create the raps of where my brain aimin' to travel to
[01:19.75] I'm off racin', star gazin', don't have a care
[01:22.81] I be truly just doin' me, feeling debonair
[01:25.23] It's hell to pay and the devil is dwelling there
[01:28.04] I swear these stresses will cost me more than a head of hair
[01:31.17] Look, I said we honestly major (Uh-huh)
[01:33.30] I deserve the key to the city that I got from the mayor
[01:36.39] I be plottin' the capers
[01:37.81] Who'd have thought that a job as a content creator
[01:40.19] Would've gotten me paper
[01:41.76] I'm out
[01:43.55]
[00:12.59] Check it out, right
[00:15.14] Yeah, uh
[00:21.60] Look, I'm going crazy, feel like my house is a padded room
[00:25.23] Like nothing's gonna happen soon, wake up in the afternoon
[00:28.99] Yeah, and I've only got myself to blame
[00:32.02] But it gets better when I put pen to page
[00:34.16] With every verse I elevate, feelin' like a renegade
[00:36.95] Not even Jesus could set me straight at Heaven's gates
[00:40.06] End of days, don't listen if it's unwise
[00:43.33] Fallin' asleep watchin' the sun rise
[00:45.95] 'Cause I'm wonderin' if this dream temporary (Uh-huh)
[00:48.64] Or if one day it'll simply be dead and buried
[00:51.22] Just another headstone in the cemetery
[00:54.05] Stiff and cold like the limbs of oaks in February
[00:57.10] Yeah, I write the truth, I'm not a novelist
[00:59.50] My thoughts get ominous, but I always just jot 'em in
[01:02.41] And they often just soften quick (Uh-huh)
[01:04.22] Kick my feet up on the ottoman, yeah
[01:07.63] I'm going crazy, feel like my house is a padded room
[01:10.80] Like nothing's gonna happen soon, wakin' up in the afternoon
[01:13.68] Gazing down at the avenue, chasing to have the passion to
[01:16.88] Create the raps of where my brain aimin' to travel to
[01:19.75] I'm off racin', star gazin', don't have a care
[01:22.81] I be truly just doin' me, feeling debonair
[01:25.23] It's hell to pay and the devil is dwelling there
[01:28.04] I swear these stresses will cost me more than a head of hair
[01:31.17] Look, I said we honestly major (Uh-huh)
[01:33.30] I deserve the key to the city that I got from the mayor
[01:36.39] I be plottin' the capers
[01:37.81] Who'd have thought that a job as a content creator
[01:40.19] Would've gotten me paper
[01:41.76] I'm out
[01:43.55]