Jayme Fortune - Caged Birds Lyrics

Sometimes I feel trapped
I'm 'bout to make it, got what it takes no double
There's only one of me, I got the recipe, get to my bread like it's funnel
Taking the cake, ain't playin' no games, not up for debate no rebuttal
I'm waiting here patiently, moving in vacancy, get me a spot on that level
Cuz I know I got it, I know I got it, I know I got it, yeah
Even in a cage, I'ma sing until I can't no more
I'ma sing until my lungs are sore
Til my lungs collapse, until they give out

We all want nice things, a nice dream when I'm sleeping
Catch Z's, I find I like what I'm seeing
I don't want to stay up, I got work in the morning, I guess I never noticed

I'm sitting here in the dark, staring off at the wall
I never took no Adderall, and yet my focus won't dissolve
Sitting here still waiting for some kinda break so I can fall
Asleep at night, it's hard to think if I'ma be alright
I see the darkness closing in, I thought it wouldn't leave
I took some fifty milligrams of what I should not eat
But, I did, and my face on replay
I could not shake it for two days and I was lost inside a maze

Fuck being poor, I'm down at the bottom
You got a Porsche (I want to rob him)
Not that I would, but I fantasize of having a life with no money problems
I could be cruising, hand on her thigh, foot on the gas instead of illusions
(Oh my, oh my) Foot on the gas, instead of illusions
Fuck all the talking, I'm 'bout to show you covered in mud with multiple bruising
I got to make it out of the debt I made, out of the debt that I made
Tough luck, I done built it up, up
Why stop ain't no limit 'til it pop, pop
(You never hold me like you used to)
You never hold me like, you never hold me
(You never hold me like you used to)

Bad, I'm hurt bad
Bad, I'm hurt bad
Bad, I'm hurt bad
And when I'm hurt bad, bad, I'm hurt bad
(Bad, I'm hurt bad)
You know I love you and I will until the end
I've got a love that can be hard to comprehend
It's all because I got you I don't have to bend
I get to be who I was made to be instead

Fuck being poor, I'm down at the bottom
You got a Porsche (I want to rob him)
Not that I would, but I fantasize of having a life with no money problems
I could be cruising, hand on her thigh, foot on the gas instead of illusions
(Oh my, oh my) Foot on the gas, instead of illusions
Fuck all the talking, I'm 'bout to show you covered in mud with multiple bruising
I got to make it out of the debt I made, out of the debt that I made
Tough luck, I done built it up, up
Why stop ain't no limit 'til it pop, pop
(You never hold me like you used to)
You never hold me like, you never hold me
(You never hold me like you used to)