The synodic years

[Verse 1]
Started making this shit when I was five
Made my mom a song about her loving pork rinds
Talked like thith with a lisp for a long time
Never fully could get rid if it
I started producing at thirteen
Put it together even when it’s not in key
Rapping like a child and it fucking haunts me
‘Cause I sound like I’m fucking dying

[Pre-Chorus]
And he’s just a memory
A version of me I can’t see anymore
Now I’m nineteen, and I’m changing
And I know that I’m better than at thirteen or

[Chorus]
I won’t be happy ever being me
If all I ever see is who I was at thirteen
I need some space from my synodic face
I’ll get a tastе of real life then hidе away (hide away)
And all I see Is who I hurt at sixteen (hurt at sixteen)
Will I ever wake up from this god awful dream? (wake me up)
I need to hurt more or I won’t learn more
Will I make a better impact on this world?
Or will I fuck it up?
I’m pretty sure I’ll fuck it up
Fuck it up!

[Verse 2]
Wrote my second song at eleven
About this poor girl I wouldn’t leave alone
She said that it was cute in the long run, but I
Probably should of left it alone
I’m way too pitchy, and I need too much auto tune
I don’t know why I auto sing all my thoughts to you

[Pre-Chorus]
And he’s just a memory (just a memory)
A version of me I can’t see anymore
And I won’t be happy
When I fuck up everything

[Chorus]
I won’t be happy ever being me
If all I ever see is who I hurt at sixteen
I need some space from my synodic face
I’ll get a taste of real life than I’ll hide away
And all I see Is who I hurt at sixteen
Will I ever wake up from this god awful dream?
I need to get hurt, or I won’t learn
It’ll never make an impact I’m too stubborn
And I won’t fuck it up
I have self control and I won’t fuck it up

[Outro]
And I’m finally almost there
Where I’m over irrational fears
So many tears and so many years in
My addiction to p o r n