Lyrics
(You're listening to Mac Wetha)
Planes falling out of the sky
People laughing and crying
You can do what you like
Dive a little deeper, only this time
Need to see what I find
Is there anything inside?
Gotta make it work this time
Gotta make it worth my time
Gotta make all my words rhyme
Ah, ah
What if I reach and find nothing?
Palms open just to feel something
I'm not gonna make a mistake
I'm not gonna make a mistake
I'm just gonna make it, gonna make it better
Eyes on me by the millions (millions)
Sober, but I'm trippin' (trippin')
Can't say l've been comfy in my skin
I feel chameleon (true)
I got some permanent ways (ways)
Ignorin' what my therapist say (say)
Afraid to dig deeper 'cause it's so much cheaper
And I hate to see my soul on display
That man in the mirror (whoa)
Gotta face that man in the mirror (whoa)
I pray to God I see shit clearer (whoa)
Until that day it's trial and error (true)
Feelin' content, feel like foreign lands
Grabbin' my fate with some scissor hands
My plug is my middle man
From heaven to hell, but he know I don't give a damn (true)
What if I reach and find nothing?
Palms open just to feel something
I'm not gonna make a mistake
I'm not gonna make a mistake
I'm just gonna make it, gonna make it better
I'm not gonna make a mistake (feelin' content, feel like foreign lands)
I'm not gonna make a mistake (grabbin' my fate with some scissor hands)
I'm just gonna make it (my plug is my middle man), gonna make it better (but he know I don't give a damn)