Mike Godwin - More Alone Than Ever [Prod. JustDan] (The Oligarch Variety Hour)

Lyrics:

[Intro]

Look at all my friends, look at all my friends, look at all my friends...

[Verse 1]

Everything feels a little worthless at this point, every passing passion must be so sorry to disappoint. I thought you'd be my money making honey taking trip to the top, now I'm too isolated twice degraded hip to the hop. Not even flipping a spot can barely get up, even harder when every person seems to rarely let up. I feel crushed keep it hushed, or you're lying for attention and a touch. I can't keep telling myself that, but apparently I can keep trying to sell rap. With bells hats whistles everything you could need, but it's for nothing always flummoxed when it never succeeds. Please exceed my lousy expectations for once, I don't wanna spark every failed occupation in a blunt. But perhaps it's the wakeup call I need most, at my best I cut myself and bleed hope. I see ghosts around the corner maybe I should follow 'em, believe no one knows why I'm feeling so hollow then. Somedays it feels like I did everything right and I'm proud of my work and I can sleep at night, but then it all goes wrong all the work was for naught and I stay up till three in a fight. With the man I hate most always telling me no, I guess he's telling me yes but then I never could grow. I'd rather die than fail but failing's all that I do, does that sound like a purposeful life to you? I look around at the friends that don't really talk, and I can't help but feel that it's all my fault. Every choice broke me down mush worse than the last, to the point where I'm digging up the dirt of my past. To relive some glory days that never existed, I'm listening to my head the shit this bitch is insisting.

[Verse 2]

Perhaps the best days just haven't happened, and I'd be happy if I shut my mouth and quit all the yapping. Quit all the rapping while I'm at it I guess, it's not a job nor a hobby more a habit at best. And I'd suggest I give it up at least the part of me that's rational, that's too casual I gotta keep it up until I'm not passable. On the street a meet and greet breaks out, and I have people who care and get more than I make now. For now I'm alone though stone cold at the moment, I know no worries are had for me and I own it. And a part of me believes that it's marginally better, but I don't speak just keep to my myself a real go getter. Whether it really matters I'm not qualified to say, I just kinda go through my day and personify the pain. If I could I'd probably go away and never return, just disappear in the night without saying a word. On the edge of my bed I saw the rest of my life, and I'd prefer it didn't finish on the end of a knife. And I fight the best I can at all times, but if you ask me how it's going just know it's all fine.

[Outro]

Look at all my friends...