Pubg Conversations

With my soul steady grooving all right Keep my wheels steady spinning just fine If I'm lost in my darkness with my soul on the pavement Won't you speak with me, spirit Babe, we can't let this love run dry When I'm gone, steady going Just try To keep your mind on me, baby Take time You know my heart's on the pavement But my soul's steady grooving Won't you speak with me, spirit Babe, we can't let this love run dry Sweet conversation Let's keep it running, oh Sweet conversations, child Never gon' put it down Sweet conversation For my heart's on the pavement And my soul's steady grooving Won't you speak with me, spirit? Baby, don't let this love run dry Sweet conversation Sweet conversation Sweet conversation, yeah

Sometimes I wonder why I'm even here Or if I have the strength to persevere Sometimes I feel like I'm somebody else Who's going mental with their mental health Sometimes I wonder if I'll die alone 'Cause lonely people tend to have lonely souls Sometimes I think about a younger me If he'd be proud of the man he sees I guess I'm rich, I made it out my town I played in front of thousands, you know I shut it down Look, little Bazzi, I'm living out our dreams Mama cry every time we on the TV Got a fancy car, we got a fancy crib You couldn't even dream of the girl that you with Remember all your idols and the people that we love I met 'em at a party, we was all doin' drugs Was all doin' Jesus I think I need, I think I need some Jesus Rich enough and sad as fuck I'm lonely Oh, I am, I am, I am I'm so lonely I'm the man, I guess I am But I'm still What's funny is, is My whole life I thought making money And being praised would give me some kind of happiness And I wanted those things because I was Concerned about what everyone else thought of me I wanted to feel loved, I wanted to feel accepted And then I realized that I could never feel anybody's pain or their happiness I could only feel mine In the car, in the house And the fame never made me feel anything except Separated, intoxicated and obviously kinda grossed Don't get me wrong, nice things are fun I like nice things but you just can't base your human value on them Because at the end of the day, they don't mean anything If I'm not happy, I'm a sad guy in a nice car If I don't have any real friends or family I'm just a lonely guy in a big home

You needn't be a chamber To house all the echoes and voices of those that have left you Are you talking to me or somebody that you once knew Passing through? Do we talk anymore or do our voices Dance around themselves in circles till we can't hear a damn thing? We're still as stone but our shadows are dancing Upon the wall Oh, if ever get tired Of your conversations with ghosts And all those that you let too close I'll be waiting And I'll go swimming in the caves In the sparkle in your eyes They're just the tears you don't let yourself cry Trying so hard to say goodbye Precious little mercies As I stumble between the pillars of this worn-out hacienda In the moonlight Sometimes it takes a storm to appreciate the still night Don't let the darkness in And your voice just raging But how can I protect you from what happened to you then What's already been? I can't give you the words that really should have come from him Babe, I'm showing you my hand Oh, if ever get tired Of your conversations with ghosts And all those that you let too close I'll be waiting And I'll go swimming in the caves In the sparkle in your eyes They're just the tears you don't let yourself cry Trying so hard to say goodbye