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lirik lagu nights in the shed – croweman & the ape

entering when the sun sets
counting the hours we’ve spent
never leaving it with regret
spending my, spending my, spending my nights in the shed
clouded the minds to dissect
people be counting us dead
something ain’t right with my head sh*t
spending my, spending my, spending my nights in the shed

sick with a d*ck in my brain
that’s why i’m f*cked in the head
i think i’m going insane spending my time in the shed
my pen is fully loaded, deadly poisonous led
go against the grain and fill the empty paper with red
like someone bled all over my rhyme book
i was fishing out the words to a song, but it was lacking the hook
collect my inner thoughts and assessing my next move (next move)
dissect my inner wrongs and progress in my best groove (best groove)
i always wondered something, man it’s probably nothing but
if you didn’t like my music than why’d you bother listening?
to me your opinion means nothing, but if it’s worth something
i’ve loaded a million new rhymes in my mind, for you i’m hunting (bang)
critics man, i reflect on my album without them
they want the credit cause they think that it’s about them (it’s not)
i’m ignoring what they said simply chilling in the shed
while they listen to my album, falsely thinking that their doubts won (haha)
entering when the sun sets
counting the hours we’ve spent
never leaving it with regret
spending my, spending my, spending my nights in the shed
clouded the minds to dissect
people be counting us dead
something ain’t right with my head sh*t
spending my, spending my, spending my nights in the shed

you should listen to the words that i’m saying in my lyrics
i picked them out to convey my inner thoughts the clearest
but when you give me feedback, i get a feeling, it’s the weirdest
that i don’t give a sh*t about it and i don’t care to hear it
if you didn’t want to listen than you don’t need to listen
but if you got an opinion than keep your f*cking distance
their excuses keep piling up now i wasn’t poor enough
i’m getting all riled*up cause they say i write boring stuff
i never let it get to me, i keep to myself
head to the shed, put up my feet and leave my phone in the house
isolation is the best form of meditation
let my mind relax until i’m back on track then unleash my inner limitations
round after round, we’re in shed like rocky in the ring
throwing down these knock out bars till we hear the bell ding
i’m not russian through my lyrics, taking time with everything
absorbing every shot, i’m fearless when you swing
entering when the sun sets
counting the hours we’ve spent
never leaving it with regret
spending my, spending my, spending my nights in the shed
clouded the minds to dissect
people be counting us dead
something ain’t right with my head sh*t
spending my, spending my, spending my nights in the shed

this sp*ce is undefined just a reminded time
a place of unborn rhymes, i’m about to lose my f*cking mind
people missing all the meaning behind the lines
i take it to the shed and put the bong on rewind

yo joe man
yo joe, you good dude?
yo, i am fried (haha)

- croweman the ape

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