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Force Back To Sleep

by The Cubbiebear Legacy Project

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I Don't Care 04:10
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Patience 04:17
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Tear It Down 03:32
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Sick 04:46
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Tame 05:56
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Sunshine 06:20
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Smile 10:57
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Adam 05:22
Verse 1 I wrote this thinking of Dessa, because it was her favorite./ I hold my grudge against you and everyone else, because while I say this/ There's a chance your touch could be causing her warmth and while I'm torn/ I try to stay sane but the thoughts where I fault in anger speak in my mind and these words are still born./ All the parents say and your friends may take these sides for sake of such an innocent face/ But these boots won't shake cause one day you'll get it, get it? Maybe I'll just have to wait./ But you don't deserve her man. So many things to show the beauty she is/ I'm torn apart, you're playing the field with no clue what a gift./ You don't know how I strained my life to fix this. Defended her, stand strong and claim my faults in all acts./ Or if she's asleep next to you, you whisper you love her, she will always say it back./ Her favorite color green. Charlotte Russe her store. She'll smile for nothing and always love you more./ And you can never win. I'd kill to see that again. Even men, I'll leave it at that./ Any animal she'd love so selfless./ Any hurt to her will leave you so helpless./ Imma make it known./ No embarrassment man cause I'm grown. What I want I know./ The past mistakes might not have made a case of it./ But I love her. It's making me say this shit./ You better be sure./ I can't help but make a fist. These feelings aren't forced./ Luckily for you I'm a thoughtful man with source of sense and some self control./ I just put it in song and sweat on the brink of sane and I'm getting close./ I hope I can find some piece before I make a mistake of it./ God help me. I'm depressed and an atheist. So pass the bottle with a face to rage against. With hate I could swallow you whole./ I should stop before I say something I regret right? It's already a mess./ But the thought of you touching flesh isn't something my mind is set to not stress and let go./ Say it next time she's sleeping next to you. See if she repeats it in the dark./ Then imagine my hate cause she said it to me for four years conscious when she meant it with her whole heart./ Verse 2 I wrote this thinking of Dessa, because it was her favorite./ I hold my grudge against you and everyone else, because while I say this/ There's a chance your touch could be causing her warmth and while I'm torn/ I try to stay sane but the thoughts where I fault in anger speak in my mind and these words are still born./ It's hard to fake when I know your face and these friendships snake and then fade away./ just to fault in hate but to know you know how she tastes, makes this a dangerous place./ Instead of wasting my breath and lips on specifics caused by what you did/ I'mma get on some upbeat and brolic shit bitch cause you don't deserve the acknowledgment./ But it's not that easy. My sanity fights my aggression with/ every turn I test myself in thought. Am I strong enough or not? Question is./ I'm busy out of body. A crazy itch that can't hide my expression. Making fists./ Straining to calm but shaking at risk to put my fist through that fucking face of his./ I hope you're happy with someone easy. It's how you explained to be./ Compare between us you made and I'm teething on the pain that's placed in mean./ The worth a nice guy you graced relieving all past insecurities./ Cause you want it easy, she just wants it easy, so have it easy, but I don't believe./ Verse 3 I watched your eyes sweat out care. Dried by the hand that points in morals./ To place a statement meant as unfair. No clue how much I adore you./ To know another can touch you bare and I have to refer to you in plural./ That's my angel I found her in Bel Air Adam, find your own in Laurel./ I've made mistakes of my own and claimed. With friends to judge now and all explained./ You pass the truth until it twists and blame is a place for you all to question my name./ Guilty looks now in all I promise. Watch you entertain yourself in gossip./ To say they don't lie is a failing nonsense, bending the truth is still dishonest./ So brave to speak when I'm not around but you fold in front, so you can hear me now./ If kind is weak then feel me out. Alone I speak with no foot in mouth./ And I know this won't make me any friends. Exploits my pain in every hymm./ I write and shake with sweaty skin. Hands release hate through my pen./ The pressure breaks tips in all my tension. Imagine your face in every sentence./ I get more personal the more I mention. Immortalize you on my record./ This hate gone numb I look and listen. You've touched her skin I've seen the pictures./ Spoke all day, my eyes have witnessed. You place your hands and I'll show you sickness.

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released August 13, 2013

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