Dumb Kid - Mads Veslelia

A little kid with nowhere to hide

This is it, he’s ready to fly

So sick of feeling weak inside

He wanna quit, yup ready die

Wanna sleep, eyes open and wide, why?

Hearing screams about pills and they fight, I

Kinda think you get the picture no sci-fci

How can I deny or lie, I needed someone to dial

And the angel came

Full speed on the road, she was heaven sent

And what I needed the most, the second chance

To get out the home, yes something had to change

Now I’m grown, and I’m filled with ammo

So cold but I’m killing them all

Stay low, cover the beat in snow

I am dreaming infinite, so I am scheming to get it, let’s go

I’ma crawl I’ma sin, I’ma walk to the end never lay down

I’ma fall, I’ma spin, I’ma hawk in the wind, I’ma stay out

Of anybody’s business, I don’t wanna jinx this

I’m ok now

Up in the booth making noice in my room, I’ma prove that the boy with the blues

got the choice to be good

I guess that I must be some kind of' dumb kid

Chasing things that I will never gon' get

But all I know is I am so done with

Doubting my power, and I’m just honest

When I

Feel down and I’m outta my mind

And when I

Feel blind and I’m outta my shine

And when I

Feel time put me outta my prime

I gotta dig down, gotta find my spine

I fight a

Big war and I’m walking through hell, but the walls gave me balls like a turtle

shell

I ain’t soft anymore, no eternal jail, yeah learn and I fail, but I’ll never be

pale

Man I bail

From the weak shit

Yeah I said it, at 7 I couldn’t fix it

They couldn’t help it, to hell with the ail addiction

I needed shelter from parents who couldn’t fit in

I was leaving the doom, living in my grandma’s

I found peace in my room, but I was missing a piece, I needed something to do

Saved all the cheese, then bought a mic and the tools to tryna express true

feelings of blues

Mix it up with a little bit of attitude, I’ma sporadic dude, but in the attic I

was rapping automatic

No nomadic, fanatic, I sat inside making static

Used to be lonely

Cause outside of the room, people picking on me

I had my idols and that was a fucking towel for the tears on my cheek

I’m that kid with dreams and rap magazines

In my head when I practice, I imagine fans

So many shadows, all I hear they screaming «yeeeah»

The remote is mic tho and the floor a stage

Up in the booth making noice in my room, I’ma prove that the boy with the blues

got the choice to be good

I guess that I must be some kind of' dumb kid

Chasing things that I will never gon' get

But all I know is I am so done with

Doubting my power, and I’m just honest

When I

Feel down and I’m outta my mind

And when I

Feel blind and I’m outta my shine

And when I

Feel time put me outta my prime

I gotta dig down, gotta find my spine

I fight a

Big war and I’m walking through hell, but the walls gave me balls like a turtle

shell

I ain’t soft anymore, no eternal jail, yeah learn and I fail, but I’ll never be

pale

Man I bail

But when the rainfall made you hateful

And the rainbow nothing but grey, yo

And there ain’t no other way to get away from

Pain and the raindrops, then get a raincoat

You don’t gotta wait for somebody to come out here and save yah

And be grateful cause nobody gave you

Anything served on a plate so

I remember the time when I was sitting inside

And just thinking about suicide

And now it’s been a while, I still live in a cloud

Filled with doubt since I’ve been a child

But the chaos is under control, I got a purpose

A gun I no longer hold

The remote is my microphone, I squeeze it in my hand so hard I can feel my pulse

Man I’m dope