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conformist - a1th lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
yeah
yeah
sit down
uh
yeah

[hook]
hours bleed into the next (ayy)
new routine, it’s why i’m deeping what i get (ayy)
pulled a muscle overreaching in my head (ayy)
finger stay in front
my lips been chipping slowly, break a piece off of the ledge (uh*huh)
i been easing off the edge (ayy)
attached to cycles, ain’t been seeing where i step (ayy)
can’t itch the feeling, so i’m reaching in my chest (ayy)
the people pleasing in my rest reside in back (ayy)
why i ain’t been dreaming in my bed, uh (uh*huh)

[verse 1]
being bought back awakе inside my sleep (uh)
elliot in 207, act i’m where i wanna bе
regime been begging for a change but then that hand remain unseen
a fraying thread been at my neck and pulling harder, throw my count off of the sheep
and my fingernails been jagged, i been picking every ten minutes
lead diminish, glance into the iris of that toy, the sentience been growing different
leaving life and getting mad when i don’t get it
pull that root right out the ground, i favor scratching off the ticket
but i’m brought back
i been tempo shifting after i record, that lil’ action throw the whole act
i been in line, and just wonder “where the torch at?”
move goalposts at my leisure, hear my chest, the sound been blending with the shoulder pats
yeah, i’m overzealous, but it’s more than that (uh*huh)
my chest been digging at my knees, they ’bout to give
so staying upright in the past, their perception finally shifting
and i dont know where it’s at ’cause i got left unattended
and i lived with it, adjusted to the crash
adjusted to the cycle, and the weight that’s on my back
i feel a tendon in my foot strain, it’s like it’s ’bout to snap
straighten out my fingers, hurt my fist, been closed when it’s relaxed, and what’d i pass up?
my eyes been limited to what’s in front me, what i pass up (what i pass up)
my head been blurred the more i see what i pass up (what i pass up)
the walls are falling, beg myself for backup (what i pass up)
those fragments sold, it’s that feeling what i passed up (yeah)
[hook]
hours bleed into the next (ayy)
new routine, it’s why i’m deeping what i get (ayy)
pulled a muscle overreaching in my head (ayy)
finger stay in front
my lips been chipping slowly, break a piece off of the ledge
i been easing off the edge (ayy)
attached to cycles, ain’t been seeing where i step (ayy)
can’t itch the feeling, so i’m reaching in my chest (ayy)
the people pleasing in my rest reside in back (ayy)
why i ain’t been dreaming in my bed, uh

[interlude]
(my bed)

[part ii]

[verse 2]
the wall been crumbling, i rub it ‘tween my hands
hold my eyes open, pieces leaving as i stand
i got withdrawal of my withdrawal, i ain’t been speaking to my friends
i sold those fragments, i don’t care about the means, if it means reaching my ends
i been conforming to my bed
been disillusioned with myself, that feeling looping in my head
my blind’s been obsolete, translucent after using them for years
the sun been coming through my window, kick me right out of my head, uh
[hook]
my sleep dont bleed into my rest
new routine, it’s why i’m dreaming up my best
pulled along by hands, ain’t real when in my head, uh
hand been covering my mouth
i got adjusted to me leaving nothing left
i spend time grieving for myself
got no one but me, i been seeking for myself
been learning knots, so now there’s creases on the belt
the people pleasing in my head reside in back
why i ain’t been sleeping in my bed, uh

[verse 3]
pressed about this cycle and figure out how to end the loop
i give me more to prove, and i’m losing myself in what i do
complacent in my bas*m*nt and sh*t, now i got more to lose
i been deleting take after take, and now it’s morning soon
i got lucky, now i’m here
i’m buckling under pressure and giving flesh to my fears
i’m staying less than impressed and i stay my achilles’ heel
i’m emphasizing the negatives, block what i wanna hear
i stay inside of my bed, and don’t get up, that sh*t has me fed up
because i’m saying i make music, so it feels i’m playing dress up
i don’t go inside my studio without being forced
so i chase what i don’t care about, and still afraid to mess it up
i’m mad that i peaked in seventh grade
i hear what gave me catharsis, now turn to feelings of hate
my own self image and sleep, now battling every day
i say that i have a problem, but that’s how the loop behaves
i’m conforming to it
[outro]
yeah

- a1th lyrics

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