self care
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π ID: 28912542
π Lyrics
What you do when you're in hell on every sunny morning?
'Cause boy It's a tough world, I hope you got the stomach for it
The sky's gorgeous and you're hard at work on something unimportant
Acting colder than a fucking bear mother's porridge
Dreams of picking posies from a flower bed
Cronies up around the bend
And when they ask for whereabouts
I scramble up out the house again
Cleanse myself of sin by standing underneath the shower head
Or try and try and blow it like a powder keg
Stumble 'round town, past thΠ΅ inner and the outer Π΅nds
Innards spilling every passing second to my friends
Panic-stricken as it gets
Steady mixin right and left up
And I'm gon' beat myself up 'til I'm up on a stretcher
Vision getting foggy, how I'm under the weather
Man I'm going MIA, send out my love in some letters and get up off of the grid
Reset the progress to nada and start pickin the options I'm fucking confident in
You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
You worry 'bout it all of the time
And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
You worry 'bout it all of the time
And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
(Oh my God, fuck you)
Yeah, and you make it right when you hum a tune
Counting sheep tucked in and give it up after one or two (Thank you so much)
Spending class in comas you looking dumb when you coming to
Body unconscious next to the Hoops you should be jumping through (You tried for self care, sorry I'm tired, I'm sorry)
I'ma give it all when you ask it
But I'm exhausted so often I phone it in otherwise
Like maybe I'll make this bed
My thinking wishful tonight
And If recklessness doesn't kill me I picture misery might
Aye, ask how the fuck to relax when you're given minutes to try
Stability's out the question you trip and flip on your side
Mind racing images flicker, still biting my tongue
That's after I pick up all of the wisdom and soothing drinks I can find
Keeping cool out of fear, and my fucking wits out of spite
And everything going wrong, as if I'm equipped for surprise
Stitch in my side nothing I'm wandering 'round dizzy
I pray that a trucks coming I'm taking it down with me
You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
You worry 'bout it all of the time
And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
You worry 'bout it all of the time
And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
You worry 'bout it all of the time
And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
You worry 'bout it all of the time
And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
(Was that recorded?)
(Yeah!)
(Dude, holy shit)
(Dude it's likeβ)
(That was probably the most bizarre interaction I've ever had)
(He was like, "Sorry I'm so tired")
(I just fucking dropped your card)
'Cause boy It's a tough world, I hope you got the stomach for it
The sky's gorgeous and you're hard at work on something unimportant
Acting colder than a fucking bear mother's porridge
Dreams of picking posies from a flower bed
Cronies up around the bend
And when they ask for whereabouts
I scramble up out the house again
Cleanse myself of sin by standing underneath the shower head
Or try and try and blow it like a powder keg
Stumble 'round town, past thΠ΅ inner and the outer Π΅nds
Innards spilling every passing second to my friends
Panic-stricken as it gets
Steady mixin right and left up
And I'm gon' beat myself up 'til I'm up on a stretcher
Vision getting foggy, how I'm under the weather
Man I'm going MIA, send out my love in some letters and get up off of the grid
Reset the progress to nada and start pickin the options I'm fucking confident in
You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
You worry 'bout it all of the time
And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
You worry 'bout it all of the time
And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
(Oh my God, fuck you)
Yeah, and you make it right when you hum a tune
Counting sheep tucked in and give it up after one or two (Thank you so much)
Spending class in comas you looking dumb when you coming to
Body unconscious next to the Hoops you should be jumping through (You tried for self care, sorry I'm tired, I'm sorry)
I'ma give it all when you ask it
But I'm exhausted so often I phone it in otherwise
Like maybe I'll make this bed
My thinking wishful tonight
And If recklessness doesn't kill me I picture misery might
Aye, ask how the fuck to relax when you're given minutes to try
Stability's out the question you trip and flip on your side
Mind racing images flicker, still biting my tongue
That's after I pick up all of the wisdom and soothing drinks I can find
Keeping cool out of fear, and my fucking wits out of spite
And everything going wrong, as if I'm equipped for surprise
Stitch in my side nothing I'm wandering 'round dizzy
I pray that a trucks coming I'm taking it down with me
You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
You worry 'bout it all of the time
And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
You worry 'bout it all of the time
And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
You worry 'bout it all of the time
And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
You worry 'bout it all of the time
And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
(Was that recorded?)
(Yeah!)
(Dude, holy shit)
(Dude it's likeβ)
(That was probably the most bizarre interaction I've ever had)
(He was like, "Sorry I'm so tired")
(I just fucking dropped your card)
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.76] What you do when you're in hell on every sunny morning?
[00:14.41] 'Cause boy It's a tough world, I hope you got the stomach for it
[00:18.58] The sky's gorgeous and you're hard at work on something unimportant
[00:21.74] Acting colder than a fucking bear mother's porridge
[00:25.01] Dreams of picking posies from a flower bed
[00:27.28] Cronies up around the bend
[00:28.56] And when they ask for whereabouts
[00:30.03] I scramble up out the house again
[00:31.90] Cleanse myself of sin by standing underneath the shower head
[00:35.05] Or try and try and blow it like a powder keg
[00:37.51] Stumble 'round town, past thΠ΅ inner and the outer Π΅nds
[00:40.88] Innards spilling every passing second to my friends
[00:43.31] Panic-stricken as it gets
[00:45.07] Steady mixin right and left up
[00:47.19] And I'm gon' beat myself up 'til I'm up on a stretcher
[00:50.10] Vision getting foggy, how I'm under the weather
[00:52.77] Man I'm going MIA, send out my love in some letters and get up off of the grid
[00:57.70] Reset the progress to nada and start pickin the options I'm fucking confident in
[01:02.74] You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
[01:06.72] You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
[01:10.92] You worry 'bout it all of the time
[01:12.79] And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
[01:15.90] You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
[01:19.56] You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
[01:23.46] You worry 'bout it all of the time
[01:25.55] And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
[01:29.55] (Oh my God, fuck you)
[01:29.99] Yeah, and you make it right when you hum a tune
[01:32.63] Counting sheep tucked in and give it up after one or two (Thank you so much)
[01:35.63] Spending class in comas you looking dumb when you coming to
[01:38.93] Body unconscious next to the Hoops you should be jumping through (You tried for self care, sorry I'm tired, I'm sorry)
[01:43.18] I'ma give it all when you ask it
[01:45.23] But I'm exhausted so often I phone it in otherwise
[01:48.30] Like maybe I'll make this bed
[01:49.62] My thinking wishful tonight
[01:51.53] And If recklessness doesn't kill me I picture misery might
[01:54.19] Aye, ask how the fuck to relax when you're given minutes to try
[01:57.77] Stability's out the question you trip and flip on your side
[02:00.95] Mind racing images flicker, still biting my tongue
[02:03.79] That's after I pick up all of the wisdom and soothing drinks I can find
[02:07.63] Keeping cool out of fear, and my fucking wits out of spite
[02:10.68] And everything going wrong, as if I'm equipped for surprise
[02:13.57] Stitch in my side nothing I'm wandering 'round dizzy
[02:16.96] I pray that a trucks coming I'm taking it down with me
[02:19.64] You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
[02:23.55] You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
[02:27.54] You worry 'bout it all of the time
[02:29.50] And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
[02:32.57] You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
[02:36.68] You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
[02:40.12] You worry 'bout it all of the time
[02:42.68] And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
[02:45.35] You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
[02:49.31] You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
[02:53.23] You worry 'bout it all of the time
[02:54.92] And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
[02:57.98] You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
[03:01.89] You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
[03:06.09] You worry 'bout it all of the time
[03:07.89] And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
[03:12.02] (Was that recorded?)
[03:12.64] (Yeah!)
[03:14.48] (Dude, holy shit)
[03:15.85] (Dude it's likeβ)
[03:16.65] (That was probably the most bizarre interaction I've ever had)
[03:19.80] (He was like, "Sorry I'm so tired")
[03:22.99] (I just fucking dropped your card)
[03:24.13]
[00:14.41] 'Cause boy It's a tough world, I hope you got the stomach for it
[00:18.58] The sky's gorgeous and you're hard at work on something unimportant
[00:21.74] Acting colder than a fucking bear mother's porridge
[00:25.01] Dreams of picking posies from a flower bed
[00:27.28] Cronies up around the bend
[00:28.56] And when they ask for whereabouts
[00:30.03] I scramble up out the house again
[00:31.90] Cleanse myself of sin by standing underneath the shower head
[00:35.05] Or try and try and blow it like a powder keg
[00:37.51] Stumble 'round town, past thΠ΅ inner and the outer Π΅nds
[00:40.88] Innards spilling every passing second to my friends
[00:43.31] Panic-stricken as it gets
[00:45.07] Steady mixin right and left up
[00:47.19] And I'm gon' beat myself up 'til I'm up on a stretcher
[00:50.10] Vision getting foggy, how I'm under the weather
[00:52.77] Man I'm going MIA, send out my love in some letters and get up off of the grid
[00:57.70] Reset the progress to nada and start pickin the options I'm fucking confident in
[01:02.74] You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
[01:06.72] You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
[01:10.92] You worry 'bout it all of the time
[01:12.79] And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
[01:15.90] You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
[01:19.56] You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
[01:23.46] You worry 'bout it all of the time
[01:25.55] And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
[01:29.55] (Oh my God, fuck you)
[01:29.99] Yeah, and you make it right when you hum a tune
[01:32.63] Counting sheep tucked in and give it up after one or two (Thank you so much)
[01:35.63] Spending class in comas you looking dumb when you coming to
[01:38.93] Body unconscious next to the Hoops you should be jumping through (You tried for self care, sorry I'm tired, I'm sorry)
[01:43.18] I'ma give it all when you ask it
[01:45.23] But I'm exhausted so often I phone it in otherwise
[01:48.30] Like maybe I'll make this bed
[01:49.62] My thinking wishful tonight
[01:51.53] And If recklessness doesn't kill me I picture misery might
[01:54.19] Aye, ask how the fuck to relax when you're given minutes to try
[01:57.77] Stability's out the question you trip and flip on your side
[02:00.95] Mind racing images flicker, still biting my tongue
[02:03.79] That's after I pick up all of the wisdom and soothing drinks I can find
[02:07.63] Keeping cool out of fear, and my fucking wits out of spite
[02:10.68] And everything going wrong, as if I'm equipped for surprise
[02:13.57] Stitch in my side nothing I'm wandering 'round dizzy
[02:16.96] I pray that a trucks coming I'm taking it down with me
[02:19.64] You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
[02:23.55] You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
[02:27.54] You worry 'bout it all of the time
[02:29.50] And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
[02:32.57] You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
[02:36.68] You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
[02:40.12] You worry 'bout it all of the time
[02:42.68] And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
[02:45.35] You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
[02:49.31] You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
[02:53.23] You worry 'bout it all of the time
[02:54.92] And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
[02:57.98] You're trying for self care, didn't go as intended
[03:01.89] You're ready to leave, and you don't have a minute to spare
[03:06.09] You worry 'bout it all of the time
[03:07.89] And you make it okay with song and a rhyme
[03:12.02] (Was that recorded?)
[03:12.64] (Yeah!)
[03:14.48] (Dude, holy shit)
[03:15.85] (Dude it's likeβ)
[03:16.65] (That was probably the most bizarre interaction I've ever had)
[03:19.80] (He was like, "Sorry I'm so tired")
[03:22.99] (I just fucking dropped your card)
[03:24.13]