Chillthefuckout. - Not Pop Enough Version Songtext
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Chillthefuckout. - Not Pop Enough Version Songtext
Drag myself out of the mud
Put my leather jacket on
Tie up my Converse and run
Away from all my demons
Fake gold chain, blue-tinted shades
Look good, but hardly okay
I always dig my own grave
Here I go losin′ my brain
I'm not pop enough, I′m not rock enough
I'm not alt enough, ain't hip-hop enough
I just write these songs to ease my problems
But how much longer can I keep goin′ on?
When I see no outcome, no longer fun
Who have I become? Why am I so numb?
Okay, please shut up and just end this song
I just gotta chill the fuck out
I just gotta chill the f-
I didn′t wanna write this verse
My nerves hurt, and I can't put this shit into words
Driving ′round town with the windows down in my hearse
With a casket full of ashes, from the demons that I burned
I'm only just about a minute in
And I can already feel my skin crawlin′
Sometimes it feels music is the only medicine
But it don't matter ′cause I know nobody's listenin'
This ain′t pop enough, this ain′t rock enough
This ain't alt enough, ain′t hip-hop enough
I just write these songs to ease my problems
But how much longer can I keep goin' on?
When I see no outcome, no longer fun
Who have I become? Why am I so numb?
Okay, please shut up and just end this song
I just gotta chill the fuck out
I just gotta chill the fuck out
I just gotta chill the fuck
But it don′t matter 'cause I know nobody′s listenin'
I just gotta chill the fuck
But it don't matter ′cause I know nobody′s listenin'
But it don′t matter 'cause I know nobody′s listenin'
I just gotta chill the fuck out (overthink)
I just gotta chill the fuck out (start to sink)
I just gotta chill the fuck out
Yeah
Put my leather jacket on
Tie up my Converse and run
Away from all my demons
Fake gold chain, blue-tinted shades
Look good, but hardly okay
I always dig my own grave
Here I go losin′ my brain
I'm not pop enough, I′m not rock enough
I'm not alt enough, ain't hip-hop enough
I just write these songs to ease my problems
But how much longer can I keep goin′ on?
When I see no outcome, no longer fun
Who have I become? Why am I so numb?
Okay, please shut up and just end this song
I just gotta chill the fuck out
I just gotta chill the f-
I didn′t wanna write this verse
My nerves hurt, and I can't put this shit into words
Driving ′round town with the windows down in my hearse
With a casket full of ashes, from the demons that I burned
I'm only just about a minute in
And I can already feel my skin crawlin′
Sometimes it feels music is the only medicine
But it don't matter ′cause I know nobody's listenin'
This ain′t pop enough, this ain′t rock enough
This ain't alt enough, ain′t hip-hop enough
I just write these songs to ease my problems
But how much longer can I keep goin' on?
When I see no outcome, no longer fun
Who have I become? Why am I so numb?
Okay, please shut up and just end this song
I just gotta chill the fuck out
I just gotta chill the fuck out
I just gotta chill the fuck
But it don′t matter 'cause I know nobody′s listenin'
I just gotta chill the fuck
But it don't matter ′cause I know nobody′s listenin'
But it don′t matter 'cause I know nobody′s listenin'
I just gotta chill the fuck out (overthink)
I just gotta chill the fuck out (start to sink)
I just gotta chill the fuck out
Yeah
Writer(s): Nicolas Amadeus Bitove, Jacob Alexander Bitove Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com