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BRANDON COMSTOCK lyrics : "Changes"

Growing up's $#&@ed up, though my life's just started.
Met a couple friends, soon enough, we all parted.
And everybody's lookin' at me like, "This kid is !@$!ed."

Gave a $#&@, but now I don't, so please don't start %#@!.

As if the last few months were fun, I'm done with puns

and cunts and blunts and $#&@s I've given for no one.
I've had a good run over this time, but I'm done.
Gotta live life, still gotta deal with my problems.

And often, I'm lost. Trapped in like a coffin.
Used to give it all, but now this kid is just loftin'.
It kills me, the real me is gone, I have lost him.

A maze for the days, can't get out without costin'.
It's funny, cause in track one, I'm braggin' bout livin' sober.
Then I lit up, and coughed up, the sober life is over.

I $#&@ed up. But YOLO's the motto? Nah, $#&@ that.
I'll come back, like Jesus, all 9 times, a Je-cat.


Makin' up for all the regrets we wanna take back.
Messin' with the clinical drugs to keep us on track.
Wastin' all our money to fix the things that we lack.

And deep down inside, we want our old lives back.
Fighting in a war with ourselves, but we just can win.
Wanna scream our thoughts out loud, be we just can't sin.

We $#&@ed all our trust up, we gave up $$#urance.
Our purpose is worthless, we pray God, you heard us.


Because I'm white, nice, polite, and live life, guess I'm a !@$)got.
But that don't make no sense, so yeah, I've kinda had it.
Explicit lyrics, you fear it, and hear it. But still, you press play.

And every morning is the same %#@!, just on a different day.

I make songs for all the haters, and rapers, and girl players.

Cuz we all make mistakes, and then we learn from 'em later.
And cause I rap about dumb %#@!, my %#@!'s controversial.
Well let me make it clear, I don't wanna be commercial.

It's nothing personal, it's just that I have %#@! to do.
That's reversial, what's life if I'm stuck in this room.
With four walls, and phone calls, from myself, 'bout my flaws.

I'm so wrong, no I'm right. But what's right? Been too long.
16 years and all the drama just be getiing older.
They don't think I can have fun while living life sober.

But $#&@ that, I'm changing, all my life is rearranging.
I'm aging and praying that by some miracle, I'll stay me.


Makin' up for all the regrets we wanna take back.
Messin' with the clinical drugs to keep us on track.
Wastin' all our money to fix the things that we lack.

And deep down inside, we want our old lives back.
Fighting in a war with ourselves, but we just can win.
Wanna scream our thoughts out loud, be we just can't sin.

We $#&@ed all our trust up, we gave up $$#urance.
Our purpose is worthless, we pray God, you heard us. (x2)

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