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Motivation is Dead (feat. Chuckles)
by Snowy Charm
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As I try to write a word, everything becomes a blur
Motivation is dead
When I stop to check the time, eleven hours have gone by
Motivation is dead
In the bedroom, sittin', dreamin', starin' at computer screens,
been meanin' to put pen to paper, brain is drained so maybe later
In my head, I'm rippin', screamin', tearin' up a coliseum packed with fans
But dammit, all the fans I have are angry neighbors
I desire what I neglect yet I reap what I reject
Motivation is dead
Bouncin' crumbled compositions off the bin, and where's the vision
What happened in 2010 when younger me had hits worth spittin'
Nothin' here but opposition, self-effacing criticisms
All the tracks I spin come out as pissy fits and cynicism
I lay down to rest my soul, never works so here I go
Motivation is dead
I awake to dull malaise, my companion day to day
Motivation is dead
Why the heck I'm even tryin' makin' tracks at 35
The kids out there are smarter, and my neck is on the writer's block
Feel the motivation dyin', medicate with plastic wine, and hypnotize myself by starin' harder at the maker's mark
Ennui dominates my mind, depression waits it's place in line
Motivation is dead
Tired from the daily grind, office drama on my mind
Sometimes I just wanna lie in bed and let the world go by
Mired in the fading lines, got the dream but lack the rhymes
One day I'll be great, but just for now I'll let the music die
As I try to write a word, everything becomes a blur
Motivation is dead
When I stop to check the time, eleven hours have gone by
Motivation is dead
Cursor blinking cursed and drinkin', not a single word for singin'
Even worse, the verse I wrote three days ago seems bored and beaten
4 AM is here again, so pour another beer and drain it
Maybe if I'm drunk enough, I'll find the perfect words and play em
Say em to the mirror untill they sound like how I wanna hear em
Poundin' on these lyrics like my forehead on these keys
And tearin' up, cause where's the motivation
Dyin' dead or on vacation, all I know is time must be me because it's wasted
As I try to write a word, everything becomes a blur
Motivation is dead
When I stop to check the time, eleven hours have gone by
Motivation is dead
In the bedroom, sittin', dreamin', starin' at computer screens,
been meanin' to put pen to paper, brain is drained so maybe later
In my head, I'm rippin', screamin', tearin' up a coliseum packed with fans
But dammit, all the fans I have are angry neighbors
I desire what I neglect yet I reap what I reject
Motivation is dead
Bouncin' crumbled compositions off the bin, and where's the vision
What happened in 2010 when younger me had hits worth spittin'
Nothin' here but opposition, self-effacing criticisms
All the tracks I spin come out as pissy fits and cynicism
I lay down to rest my soul, never works so here I go
Motivation is dead
I awake to dull malaise, my companion day to day
Motivation is dead
Why the heck I'm even tryin' makin' tracks at 35
The kids out there are smarter, and my neck is on the writer's block
Feel the motivation dyin', medicate with plastic wine, and hypnotize myself by starin' harder at the maker's mark
Ennui dominates my mind, depression waits it's place in line
Motivation is dead
Tired from the daily grind, office drama on my mind
Sometimes I just wanna lie in bed and let the world go by
Mired in the fading lines, got the dream but lack the rhymes
One day I'll be great, but just for now I'll let the music die
As I try to write a word, everything becomes a blur
Motivation is dead
When I stop to check the time, eleven hours have gone by
Motivation is dead
Cursor blinking cursed and drinkin', not a single word for singin'
Even worse, the verse I wrote three days ago seems bored and beaten
4 AM is here again, so pour another beer and drain it
Maybe if I'm drunk enough, I'll find the perfect words and play em
Say em to the mirror untill they sound like how I wanna hear em
Poundin' on these lyrics like my forehead on these keys
And tearin' up, cause where's the motivation
Dyin' dead or on vacation, all I know is time must be me because it's wasted
