Softheart – Beautiful lyrics

[Verse]
Why do I try
When I can't fight
But I just won't quit
Why do I try
I try cause my momma never raised no bitch
Momma never raise no
No she wouldn't raise anything but a great so
If it's for anything it's to raise dough
So that I can go buy my momma a big ol' crib

[Chorus]
And I'm just probably in my head like the usual
And your face
Always somewhere in my head cause its beautiful
And the days go
More and more slow while I wait
Rather die for what I love
Than waste my life in a cubical
Thinking how could I hurt myself
For someone else
I know all that doesn't make sense
It's troublesome
Nowadays I'm just too unstable to love someone
Yeah nowadays I don't count the days

[Bridge]
I roll up about an eighth
And take it all to the face
Crazy how life can make it
All fall right into place
I promise i'll never fake it
Always stay the same
Do it for the love
I never did it for the fame

[Chorus]
And I'm just probably in my head like the usual
And your face
Always somewhere in my head cause its beautiful
And the days go
More and more slow while I wait
Rather die for what I love
Than waist my life in a cubical

[Verse]
Lonely but
I like the distance
Good things don't last long
Seem timed like an instance
Yeah they sleep on me but its alright ay
Yeah its straight by me
Yeah I love hiding
Ghostboy baby
Yeah you won't find him
Smoke one baby
I'm a ghost flying

[Chorus]
And you're probably in my head like the usual
And your face
Always somewhere my head cause its beautiful
And the days go
More and more slow while I wait
Rather die for what I love
Than waste my life in a cubical
Thinking how could I hurt myself
For someone else
I know all that doesn't make sense
It's troublesome
Nowadays I'm just too unstable to love someone
Yeah nowadays I don't count the days

[Bridge]
I roll up about an eight
And take it all to the face
Crazy how life can make it
All fall right into place
I promise i'll never fake it
Always stay the same
Do it for the love
I never did it for the fame

[Chorus]
And I'm just probably in my head like the usual
And your face
Always somewhere in my head cause its beautiful
And the days go
More and more slow while I wait
Rather die for what I love
Than waist my life in a cubical