Not So Bad Lyrics

Not So Bad - MiSTah Kye

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My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I

Got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window

And I can't see at all

And even if I could it'll all be grey

Put your picture on my wall

It reminds me, that it's not so bad

It's not so bad

I guess it's not so bad, man fuck being sad

I'm tryna grind and maybe write for the things I ain't had

I'm sitting in my room recording, got the mic in my hands

They say I couldn't do it but I'm sure that I can

Got me thinking bout' the pressure, now I'm feeling like Stan

Cuh they don't understand the kid that's why my fans are my fam

Growing up I'm feeling troubled, kinda hard with no dad

I got my pen and my pad I guess it's not so... bad

Starring at my ceiling tryna cope with mental health

They say that I should write it down but G it doesn't help

I'm failing school they think I'm cool I think I'm bout' to melt

I think the world is out for me I wanna show you alchemy

But why they always doubting me, I do this by myself, you see

I'm tryna keep my spirits high, now everybody counts on me

Why? I post a track and then I ghost again

Giving you excuses like oh shit I lost my pen again

I guess it's not so bad, man fuck being sad

I'm tryna grind and maybe write for the things I ain't had

I'm sitting in my room recording, got the mic in my hands

They say I couldn't do it but I'm sure that I can

Got me thinking bout' the pressure, now I'm feeling like Stan

Cuh they don't understand the kid that's why my fans are my fam

Growing up I'm feeling troubled, kinda hard with no dad

I got my pen and my pad I guess it's not so... bad

I'm thinking bout' the post-traumatic stresses

I'm tryna steer my mind away I'm moving hella reckless

Bro I'm nutting in the whores and thinking damn she coulda kept it

I'm forgetting I'm an artist G, my shit is very precious

Man I'm growing up, I gotta work and now I'm stressing

I used to care what people think, now I don't be caring

Gotta leave a legacy before I leave that's why I'm airing

Nothing lasts forever, it's a curse and it's a blessing

I guess it's not so bad, man fuck being sad

I'm tryna grind and maybe write for the things I ain't had

I'm sitting in my room recording, got the mic in my hands

They say I couldn't do it but I'm sure that I can

Got me thinking bout' the pressure, now I'm feeling like Stan

Cuh they don't understand the kid that's why my fans are my fam

Growing up I'm feeling troubled, kinda hard with no dad

I got my pen and my pad I guess it's not so... bad

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I

Got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window

And I can't see at all

And even if I could it'll all be grey

Put your picture on my wall

It reminds me, that it's not so bad

It's not so bad