Message man

A loser hides behind a mask of my disguise

And who I am today is worse than other times.

You don't know what I've done

I'm wanted and on the run

I'm wanted and on the run.

So I'm taking this moment to live in the future.

Release me from the present

I'm obsessing all these questions

Why I'm in denial

That they tried the suicidal session

Please, use discretion

When you're messing with the message, man

These lyrics aren't for everyone

Only few understand.

You don't know my brain the way

You know my name

You don't know my heart the way

You know my face.

You don't know what I've done

I'm wanted and on the run

I'm wanted and on the run

So I'm taking this moment to live in the future.

Release me from the present

I'm obsessing all these questions

Why I'm in denial

That they tried the suicidal session

Please, use discretion

When you're messing with the message, man

These lyrics aren't for everyone

Only few understand.

My people singing

My people singing.

I hope you're dead

'Cause how could you sleep at a time like this

People, they rhyme like this

We're all impressed by this

They rip it, flip it

But these are just triplets

Wrote this in three minutes

Three words to a line

It's just poetry divided

I'm the kind of guy, who takes every moment.

He knows he can fight in

Music to use

It for others to use it

You're dead

'Cause how could you sleep at a time like this.

Life is up here

But you comment below

And the comments will always become common motivation

To promote your show's next episode

So your brain knows to keep going

Even though hope is far from this moment

But you and I know it

Gets better

When morning finally rears its head

Together we're losers

Remember the future

Remember the morning is when night is dead.

Release me from the present

I'm obsessing all these questions

Why I'm in denial

That they tried the suicidal session

Please, use discretion

When you're messing with the message, man

These lyrics aren't for everyone

Only few understand.

Please, use discretion

When you're messing with the message, man

These lyrics aren't for everyone

Only few understand.

My people singing

My people singing

My people singing.