Waist deep in bullshit
Horror scenes in my diary
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
I could never sell my soul to make a killing
That ain't really what I'm bout
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
Seen so many ups & downs my life was inception
Streets folding in on themselves with no direction
It's cobblestone under feet thunderstorm over head
No umbrella no new relatives there to hold your head
Papa taught me how swim by throwing me in a pond
Mama taught me how grin when everything is going wrong
Used to drown myself in a bottle & regret tomorrow
Used to feeling hollow being lonely was never problem
Only motivated by the musical placements
And when I got em I was still rock bottom in the basement
Life changing money never surfaced & you wondering your purpose
When you jittering they asking if you nervous
They never asking about disturbance
They never asking if you hurting
They just asking what you doin, where you been & what you earning
Is the music really real & does it make up for the problems
Is it too personal if I ask you to write about em
Waist deep in bullshit
Horror scenes in my diary
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
I could never sell my soul to make a killing
That ain't really what I'm bout
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
I constantly create so I don't need new connections
It's toxic & I know it but it leads to less stressing
Leads to less situations that need to be cut off
I don't even like convos that lead to long run-ons
I don't even care about my own well being at times
Risk taking endorphins taking over in your mind
I fall hard for wild types that never walk straight lines
And we ball hard on late nights when my credit card declines
I
Fun times from a dark place
Thought you would always be there with me through my dark days
I know you say the same thing & you feel like I walked out
You feel like I chose music over you & we fall out
Damn
Sad times from a good heart
We both mean well but never seem to get a good start
Were we ever really real or did we create all these problems
Is it too personal if I ask you to write about em
Waist deep in bullshit
Horror scenes in my diary
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
I could never sell my soul to make a killing
That ain't really what I'm bout
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
Jettison Bombardier & Coolassppl - Too Personal (feat. Jabriel) Lyrics
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Waist deep in bullshit
Horror scenes in my diary
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
I could never sell my soul to make a killing
That ain't really what I'm bout
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
Seen so many ups & downs my life was inception
Streets folding in on themselves with no direction
It's cobblestone under feet thunderstorm over head
No umbrella no new relatives there to hold your head
Papa taught me how swim by throwing me in a pond
Mama taught me how grin when everything is going wrong
Used to drown myself in a bottle & regret tomorrow
Used to feeling hollow being lonely was never problem
Only motivated by the musical placements
And when I got em I was still rock bottom in the basement
Life changing money never surfaced & you wondering your purpose
When you jittering they asking if you nervous
They never asking about disturbance
They never asking if you hurting
They just asking what you doin, where you been & what you earning
Is the music really real & does it make up for the problems
Is it too personal if I ask you to write about em
Waist deep in bullshit
Horror scenes in my diary
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
I could never sell my soul to make a killing
That ain't really what I'm bout
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
I constantly create so I don't need new connections
It's toxic & I know it but it leads to less stressing
Leads to less situations that need to be cut off
I don't even like convos that lead to long run-ons
I don't even care about my own well being at times
Risk taking endorphins taking over in your mind
I fall hard for wild types that never walk straight lines
And we ball hard on late nights when my credit card declines
I
Fun times from a dark place
Thought you would always be there with me through my dark days
I know you say the same thing & you feel like I walked out
You feel like I chose music over you & we fall out
Damn
Sad times from a good heart
We both mean well but never seem to get a good start
Were we ever really real or did we create all these problems
Is it too personal if I ask you to write about em
Waist deep in bullshit
Horror scenes in my diary
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
I could never sell my soul to make a killing
That ain't really what I'm bout
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
Horror scenes in my diary
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
I could never sell my soul to make a killing
That ain't really what I'm bout
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
Seen so many ups & downs my life was inception
Streets folding in on themselves with no direction
It's cobblestone under feet thunderstorm over head
No umbrella no new relatives there to hold your head
Papa taught me how swim by throwing me in a pond
Mama taught me how grin when everything is going wrong
Used to drown myself in a bottle & regret tomorrow
Used to feeling hollow being lonely was never problem
Only motivated by the musical placements
And when I got em I was still rock bottom in the basement
Life changing money never surfaced & you wondering your purpose
When you jittering they asking if you nervous
They never asking about disturbance
They never asking if you hurting
They just asking what you doin, where you been & what you earning
Is the music really real & does it make up for the problems
Is it too personal if I ask you to write about em
Waist deep in bullshit
Horror scenes in my diary
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
I could never sell my soul to make a killing
That ain't really what I'm bout
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
I constantly create so I don't need new connections
It's toxic & I know it but it leads to less stressing
Leads to less situations that need to be cut off
I don't even like convos that lead to long run-ons
I don't even care about my own well being at times
Risk taking endorphins taking over in your mind
I fall hard for wild types that never walk straight lines
And we ball hard on late nights when my credit card declines
I
Fun times from a dark place
Thought you would always be there with me through my dark days
I know you say the same thing & you feel like I walked out
You feel like I chose music over you & we fall out
Damn
Sad times from a good heart
We both mean well but never seem to get a good start
Were we ever really real or did we create all these problems
Is it too personal if I ask you to write about em
Waist deep in bullshit
Horror scenes in my diary
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
I could never sell my soul to make a killing
That ain't really what I'm bout
That's too explicit
Way too personal
I write it off, like I ain't live it
This is real life, so f*ck the gimmicks
Writer: Jon Bishop, Malcolm Scott
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Jettison Bombardier & Coolassppl
Language: English
Length: 3:02
Written by: Jon Bishop, Malcolm Scott