Saylor Rigsby - Sound Lyrics

I take another trip downtown
Just to hear loud sounds
But its fake
I never would have sat around frowning and lied down pouting today
And
Driving past memories
That make me miss my youth
And i cant control time so what the f*ck am i to do
But theres something 'bout how
I grew up and found out
That theres something 'bout sound that I love

I bet you cannot guess what i do first
When i sit down to write a verse
Critique the f*ck out of it
No one love it
But i loved it first
Something feel good when i curse
And when i say mean things with words
And doubt the f*cking universe
But thinking like that is the worst

And thinking like that never works
Manifesting must be broke
Ripped and burnt the messages to myself yesterday i wrote
Thinking about buying rope
What would be my dying hope?
Thinking saylor should get high like i am on a flying boat
Die or smoke i cannot chose
Environment providing both
What is your deciding vote?
What the f*ck i'm crying for?
Why the f*ck i'm trying so hard but you just lying to me
Guess f*ck my dying throat
Feel myself come flying home

I take another trip downtown
Just to hear loud sounds
But its fake
I never would have sat around frowning and lied down pouting today
And
Driving past memories
That make me miss my youth
And i cant control time so what the f*ck am i to do
But theres something 'bout how
I grew up and found out
That theres something 'bout sound that I love