BROCKHAMPTON

My American Life
Dead tired, feelin' stupid It’s just my American life (I’m dreaming man) New shoes, new apartment That's all, my American life And I got nothing to say, and I got nothing to say And I got nothing to say, and I got nothing to say And I got nothing to say, and I got nothing to say And I got nothing to say, and I got nothing—, nothing And I got nothing to give, that's why I made you this tape I been climbing this wall, how much more can I take? Sometimes I think about dying, but then I think of those days Sometimes I wish we could speak, but I have nothing to say Dead tired, feelin' stupid (Feelin' stupid) And this is my American life Thank you, thank you Thank you all, let’s get it, let’s get i—, let’s— Aus Songtexte Mania