Lyrics
I've been working myself overtime,
I have been working excessively.
Now I'm over-tired,
Now, I am excessively tired.
And I've been sleeping bad,
I have been experiencing poor sleep.
Been feelin' like it's on my back,
Feeling burdened or stressed.
And I'm feeling whacked,
Exhausted or worn out.
But that don't mean I'm tied up,
Despite feeling exhausted, I am not restricted or constrained.
But do I love this place,
Expressing mixed feelings about the current situation.
Cause got no other place to love,
There's no other place I love as much as this one.
And my present stasis,
Describing the current state or condition.
It tastes metallic like gold,
The present situation feels valuable or important, like gold.
But maybe It's just fools gold,
Expressing doubt about the authenticity of the current situation's value.
It tastes metallic like gold,
The present situation still seems valuable like gold.
It tastes metallic like gold,
Reiteration of the value, likening it to the metallic taste of gold.
I gave my time, gave my thoughts, gave my will,
Offering time, thoughts, and will for a sense of belonging.
Because I thought you were my home-boy,
A realization that a close friend may not be trustworthy.
Now I see beyond the telescope,
Gaining a broader perspective on the situation.
I sometimes thought that I'd been left behind,
Feeling left behind or forgotten at times.
Forgot about completely,
Sensing complete neglect or oversight.
But I see now that I'm liberated,
Realizing newfound freedom or liberation.
Cause I've been tryin' and tryin',
Continued efforts despite challenges.
I guess my brain must have know that my heart wasn't lyin',
The mind recognizes the sincerity of the heart.
And I wish that it was that simple,
Expressing a desire for simplicity in a complex situation.
But city lights, they twinkle like they're made of crystal,
City lights symbolize a dazzling yet fragile reality.
And so I tell myself,
Self-encouragement amid difficult decisions.
As I'm packing up my case of love,
Packing up emotional investment or commitment.
That my presentation was colder than ice cold,
Acknowledging a cold and distant presentation of oneself.
I drop my mic upon the floor,
Abruptly ending a performance or relationship.
You see me walking to the door,
Physically leaving a situation.
You ain't gon' see me no more,
A firm decision not to return.
I told you that I really don't care,
Reiterating indifference or detachment.
You made me out as a liar,
Feeling misrepresented as a dishonest person.
I feel like that just really ain't fair,
Expressing a sense of injustice regarding the misrepresentation.
I think I might preach to the choir,
Considering addressing like-minded individuals.
I told you that I really don't care,
Reiterating the feeling of being portrayed falsely.
You made me out as a liar,
Reiterating the sense of unfair portrayal.
I feel like that just really ain't fair,
Expressing the perceived injustice again.
I think I might preach to the choir,
Considering addressing a like-minded audience about the situation.
Comment