Bye

[Verse] I was supposed to write this on my birthday, but thats past now Octagonecologyst's too cool to like my last album While tripping past failures Still rattled by the fact I was gonna say "what if they're wrong?" I mean obviously its all subjective But what if my collection Of opinions isn't nearly as sound as I think? What if they read my lyrics, but don't hear the sounds that I think? Does anybody have the same problem? The critic's art is what we least listen to At least in terms of being you Cause tampered ain't always untrue But I was lost for so long it's harder to come to Lucid dream Dreaming whether its midnight or its noon Wake up when I hit the hay But fall asleep when its the floor I guess it's just us choosing our reality Cause see the way I see things Thats it I think I just figured out something You don't have to say a lot You just have to say a lot Is it tragic if that happens? Did we even say enough? We're always gonna wonder why But find peace before you die Move along Until its good, I'm gonna have to say bye [Outro] So bye And decide whether it was real I'll give you until the beat ends I know you wanna feel it so wake up Now that you've had a taste buy a dozen One last donut