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Eric Dutton

Eric Ogden Dutton (26 July 1883 – 29 March 1968) was a British lacrosse player who competed in the 1908 Summer Olympics. He was part of the British team that won the silver medal. more »

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Mic test one, two
Alright, let's see what we do here
I don't do this very often
I'ma train of thought this
Set my pen against the page and rest my head upon the tracks
Write a bar to make me lose my mind
Like I will never get it back, never get it back
Twenty-eight Laps around the Sun, I'm dizzy
I got a hunch I'm really not gon' make it to twenty-nine
I'm faking it half the time
Surely I'm past my prime
I think about suicide, twenty-four seven vibes
Like a Sheetz inside my head
A sheet of paper couldn't climb
A mountain that towers tall
And my legs are jellified
Bring me afterlife, I'm better off in the sky
My ideations are kililng me, human sacrifice, uh
This my journey to the light beam
Living in the dark, if you look you can't find me, and I've been
So caught up in my own web
To the bottom of the sea, but I don't wanna get my toes wet
It's like a battle in my skull (I'm losing)
Patiently waiting for this Prozac to take effect
Therapy on the weekly, so don't act like there's no help
I'm taking the steps necessary for myself
And yet my mental health is deteriorating quick
I'm feeling sick, even with my smoothies in the mix
Endorphins on the daily, my temple being chiseled
Thought it would fix it, but I still wanna end my life
I'm so fascinated by it, I lose track of peripheral
Like how my friends would feel if I killed myself
Sometimes all it takes is seeing Hunter's face in my mind's eye
When he gets the call that I passed, or
I think about how my mom would feel and I know I can't do that to 'em
So I keep fighting and breathing every day
I'm so strong but I'm weak
I let myself wreak havoc on myself
I hate myself but I love who I am
It's just my brain's broken from a loss of love
Honestly I thought E was the one
But she's gone and I'm left with a chasm
But the thing is, she's way happier without me
So it's hard not to extrapolate that to the rest of my world
And visualize me fading away from being a burden to my friends
This is starting to feel like a suicide note
Must be the thunderstorm that just began outside
I need some chamomile tea because I'm feeling the sleep (Nobody pray for me)
I'm not okay
In the slightest, but I know that I will be (Nobody, nobody)
The only other option is to kill me
Ain't nobody gonna pray for me
Ain't nobody gonna pray for me
(Blessings)
Welcome to the album
This is 28 Laps
This is me trying to figure shit out
Hope you enjoy it

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