Текст песни Beautiful - Softheart

Beautiful

Why do i try
When i can’t fight
But i just won’t quit
Why do i try
I try cause my momma never raised no bitch
Momma never raise no
No she wouldn’t raise anything but a great so
If it’s for anything it’s to raise dough
So that i can go buy my momma a big ol' crib
And i’m just probably in my head like the usual
And your face
Always somewhere in my head cause its beautiful
And the days go
More and more slow while i wait
Rather die for what i love
Than waste my life in a cubical
Thinking how could i hurt myself
For someone else
I know all that doesn’t make sense
It’s troublesome
Nowadays i’m just too unstable to love someone
Yeah nowadays i don’t count the days
(bridge)
I roll up about an eighth
And take it all to the face
Crazy how life can make it
All fall right into place
I promise i’ll never fake it
Always stay the same
Do it for the love
I never did it for the fame
And i’m just probably in my head like the usual
And your face
Always somewhere in my head cause its beautiful
And the days go
More and more slow while i wait
Rather die for what i love
Than waist my life in a cubical
Lonely but
I like the distance
Good things don’t last long
Seem timed like an instance
Yeah they sleep on me but its alright ay
Yeah its straight by me
Yeah i love hiding
Ghostboy baby
Yeah you won’t find him
Smoke one baby
I’m a ghost flying
And you’re probably in my head like the usual
And your face
Always somewhere my head cause its beautiful
And the days go
More and more slow while i wait
Rather die for what i love
Than waste my life in a cubical
Thinking how could i hurt myself
For someone else
I know all that doesn’t make sense
It’s troublesome
Nowadays i’m just too unstable to love someone
Yeah nowadays i don’t count the days
(bridge)
I roll up about an eight
And take it all to the face
Crazy how life can make it
All fall right into place
I promise i’ll never fake it
Always stay the same
Do it for the love
I never did it for the fame
And i’m just probably in my head like the usual
And your face
Always somewhere in my head cause its beautiful
And the days go
More and more slow while i wait
Rather die for what i love
Than waist my life in a cubical