Shit You Cant Fix Lyrics

One day I finally relate, others at my door

Tryna steal on my place, nobody smoking so hard

They need mace, in their fucking face

Cause they can't see the race

Yeah I call that a blind man with sight

Who be fucking right, when I'm hitting like a pipe

Visualize chrome to your dome now I feel like I'm home

I was running alone until she came along

And I can't see my phone cause it's morphing to rows

Yeah the shrooms kicking in just another walk home

Yes I think about life and what it's got to offer

Every single day yeah I'm not going to go off it

Just going to pop it, like a fucking rocket

Maybe hit the firmament keeping eyes on the wallet

Yeah my music really speaking I'm sixteen, what's the problem

Look into your eyes and see a mother fucking poem

Blurred, swerving through the lines

Lights off, chances of suicide don't exist

Cause Fuck who am I, passenger seat

My hand on your thigh, stars twinkle in the night sky

Reflect of your eyes, beauty preserved in time, can't rewind

One day you will find the right guy

As I pass you on I look for the next one to hurt me

Can't divert me, bitch try flirt with my soul

Couldn't see the hole, red flags to set the flow

Walked in blind, now you coming out whole

I'm coming out broken, energy stolen

Stuck in a trance of doing the same shit

Vast, wouldn't you get sick of fucking the same chick

That's what I use to think, but I'm trying to settle

Right when she came along, take my soul

Now she's doing it, I'm losing it, you're losing it

Local screw up proving shit, singing making my bliss

Loving life but fucking hate living it

Shit you can't fix, can't explain it

Loving life but fucking hate living it, shit you can't fix

Can't explain it, just try and play it all

One day I finally relate, others at my door

Tryna steal on my place

Nobody smoking so hard they need mace In

They're fucking face because they can't see the race

Yeah I call that a blind man with sight

Who be fucking right, when I'm hitting like a pipe

Visualize chrome to your dome now I feel like I'm home

I was running alone until she came along

And I can't see my phone cause it's morphing to rows

Yeah the shrooms kicking in just another walk home

Yes I think about life and what it's got to offer

Every single day yeah I'm not going to go off it

Just going to pop it, like a fucking rocket

Maybe hit the firmament keeping eyes on the wallet

Yeah my music really speaking I'm sixteen, what's the problem

Look into your eyes and see a mother fucking poem