24 (thirteen reasons) (feat. Digital Anarchy)

Day after day, time flies by and I Remain still yeah barely moving Blinded by my mind Weeks and months and seasons flow But it feels kinda fake tho (Kinda fake tho) (It feels kinda fake tho) A year passed by since Twenty-three Didn't write a song while I claim this shit Is keeping me going yeah making me believe Like it's reason I was brought up here When will it get getter? When will it get better? New year same me, still under the weather Here I am twenty-four, thirteen reasons Picking up the same fights with new demons When will it get getter? When will it get better? New year same me, still under the weather Here I am twenty-four, thirteen reasons Pick up the remote, start this new season (Twenty-twenty uh, twenty-four, thirteen reasons) (Thirteen reasons, thirteen thirteen reasons) Brush off the psycho, care for my brain Break up the cycle, still feel insane Running away from all of the pain And all of the hate and all of the shame, I Thought it'd get better with therapy and some time Turns out I keep on finding something wrong with my mind A year passed by since Twenty-three Didn't write a song while I claim this shit Is keeping me going yeah making me believe (Believe) Like it's reason I was brought up here When will it get getter? When will it get better? New year same me, still under the weather Here I am twenty-four, thirteen reasons Picking up the same fights with new demons When will it get getter? When will it get better? New year same me, still under the weather Here I am twenty-four, thirteen reasons Pick up the remote, start this new season (Twenty-twenty uh, twenty-four, thirteen reasons) (Thirteen reasons, thirteen thirteen reasons) Day after day j'avance pas Je suis bloqué dans ma quête J'ai des troubles et j'ai des traumas J'en fais des maquettes Peut-être que le temps court et moi je marche Alors j'attend qu'il s'arrête Pour choper les moments perdus Pièces manquantes dans ma tête Day after day j'avance pas Je suis bloqué dans ma quête J'ai des troubles et j'ai des traumas J'en fais des maquettes Peut-être que le temps court et moi je marche Alors j'attend qu'il s'arrête Pour choper les moments perdus Pièces manquantes dans ma tête