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• Artiste: Shehatesjacob
• Titre: Stuckathome
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I've been stuck at home making music at my desk Thinking 'bout the last time that I sent a risky text My priorities are thrown out the window, I'm a mess I just wanna be alone, all these feelings got me stressed I've been stuck at home making music at my desk Thinking 'bout the last time that I sent a risky text My priorities are thrown out the window, I'm a mess I just wanna be alone, all these feelings got me stressed Sent me artificial flowers so I moved them to the trash Read too deep into your words, now the time is gone and passed I said wait take it slow, but she stepped up on the gas I sent a risky text, now I can't take it back Don't compare me to no rapper you know I been on my own lane Only see you at the fucking club, girl you got no chance My patience went and snapped now I can't tie up all these loose ends When I talk to happiness it feels like he an old friend I've been stuck at home making music at my desk Thinking 'bout the last time that I sent a risky text My priorities are thrown out the window, I'm a mess I just wanna be alone, all these feelings got me stressed I've been stuck at home making music at my desk Thinking 'bout the last time that I sent a risky text My priorities are thrown out the window, I'm a mess I just wanna be alone, all these feelings got me stressed Don't talk to me, don't notice me I just wanna be left alone Don't bother me, I'm noticing That you've been in the same boat I can't ever let go, of what we had But I keep on getting told to move on from the past I'm attached to her, she my other half But I finally realized that i gotta chase the bag Money on my mind, know that I be in my prime I stay inside all day and night I made this music, all these songs I'm sick of feeling dead inside This room is where my drunken thoughts Whenever I want to go sleep I hope I don't open my eyes Don't open my eyes I don't even wanna wait I am sick and tired of lies Got too much inside my plate Seen you talking to that guy Now I just wanna run away I don't wanna be alone But I guess it's way too late I've been stuck at home making music at my desk Thinking 'bout the last time that I sent a risky text My priorities are thrown out the window, I'm a mess I just wanna be alone, all these feelings got me stressed I've been stuck at home making music at my desk Thinking 'bout the last time that I sent a risky text My priorities are thrown out the window, I'm a mess I just wanna be alone, all these feelings got me stressed