Hi! Welcome to Monday. I’m here with another Music Monday. This meme was created by Drew @The Tattooed Book Geek.
I couldn’t pick what song I wanted to use for this week’s choice. Today I’m deviating from my Canadian content and moving into American content. This week I bring you Issues from Atlanta, Georgia… I’ve been there so it counts as home 😛
Today has sucked and I couldn’t pick which song reflected my mood so I’m posting two songs; now I’m ready to go break things, bye!
The RealestÂ
Lyrics:
Another waste of headspace
I got dumb on the tracks
Never knew the facts then I wised up
For years I been toe to toe with the heavy weights Never thought I’d size up It’s got me thinking bout the rise up
You said no strings attached and now you got me tied up
You’re talking that shit, and you blowing that smoke But your card got declined at the nightclubEvery single pointless conversation
Is breaking down the walls that kept the demons out I try to find the signs that might reveal the secret to what we’re missing
But maybe time is all that we need nowA blessing in disguise
Or just broke and pitiful
I don’t fuck with these mind games baby
But if one thing’s right I saw with my own eyesI know your tricks
Don’t act so proud I’m moving up
While you’re slowing down I own it now
You want it now
And you can put it down hey
But you’re nothing but a waste of headspaceEvery single pointless conversation
Is breaking down the walls that kept the demons out I try to find the signs that might reveal the secret to what we’re missing
But maybe time is all we need nowA blessing in disguise
Or just broke and pitiful
I don’t fuck with these mind games baby
But if one thing’s right I saw with my own eyes
Oh yeah, you’re a waste of space in my head
Mad At Myself
Lyrics:I’m so mad at myself,
For giving in to what I want, never again.
That feeling we felt,
We called it love, you called it off
And I never been so mad at myself.I got this old girl, I know she’s trying to play me.
She’s like a Honda, these days I drive Mercedes.
She’s a killer, try to get inside my head,
Try to give her wine and bread, but she prefers the blood I bled.Playing chess, ain’t no way I’m gonna fight fair.
She’s playing tricks like the vixen in my nightmares.
So damn greedy, that girl is so needy,
I’m the king of this game, but I think she just beat me.I never should have let you in,
I needed a hit of something,
High for this feeling they call love.
I’m so mad at myself,
For giving in to what I want, never again.
That feeling we felt,
We called it love, you called it off
And I never been so mad at myself.So mad, so mad,
So mad at myself.
So mad, so mad.I’ve got your melody in my head, feels like I’m singing it wrong.
Then again there’s nothing worse than being addicted to a bad song.
She’s a fiend for attention, and I’m a guilty dealer
High for this feeling they call love.I’m so mad at myself,
For giving in to what I want, never again.
That feeling we felt,
We called it love, you called it off
And I never been so mad at myself.So mad, so mad,
So mad at myself.
So mad, so mad.Test me while you can, while you can test me.
She said she likes the edge, but then she pushed me.
You know how to make it hard, to walk away.I’m so mad at myself,
For giving in to what I want, never again.
That feeling we felt,
We called it love, you called it off
And I never been so mad at myself.
For giving in to what I want, never again.
That feeling we felt,
We called it love, you called it off
And I never been so mad at myself.So mad at myself.
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