Regrets Vocal Mix

Regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Failed my objectives now I'm full Of regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Now I'm full of regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Now I'm full of regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Now I'm full of regrets. Put into perspective when I look and reflect. Failed my objectives now I'm full of regrets. Music is my passion. Producing tracks until my tunes are slapping. When I look into the past at why I Couldn't get it cracking. By cooling to it rapping, Young, foolish, and slacking. Grooving with Distractions. Now I'm losing traction. Every opportunity I blew it like a gasket. Took the future I was planning and I threw It in the trash bin. Got higher than the altitude in Aspen. You could just imagine. No direction like a cruise ship with no captain. I had high hopes and dreams, but got high On dope with fiends. It only ends on a High note if I die of OD. As time crawled it seems I set high goals To achieve. Own up to the shame, no one To blame on my home team. I know shoulda kept my nose to the grindstone Till my eyes close, yet I don't sleep. I lie alone and try and scroll to find Woke memes on my broken piece of shit iPhone Screen. Before every session I'd be smoking Cannabis. Supposed catalyst, thought my dopeness Would enhance with this. Purple crystal herbal get you stoned like an Amethyst. 'Cause the sacred lotus magnum opus Doesn't manifest. Lost in translation like different Spoken languages. Focus vanishes becoming hopeless And inanimate. Thought my mind was open it was Frozen like mannequins. Only motion forward going sober with my ambitions. Regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Now I'm full of regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Now I'm full of regrets. Put into perspective when I look and reflect. Failed my objectives now I'm full of regrets. Up and coming artist starving for accomplishments. Wanna be as hot as August. I can't get a song finished. Maybe it's the Bong hits. It takes longer than the lines I Sniff. Light a fire up my ass might just Ask an arsonist. Look into a mirror, it appears Who I'm not honest with. Hard pills to swallow, get a bottle from the Pharmacist. Karma's no accomplice. Come on, it's common sense. Don't invest your time and effort then accept the Consequence. Shoulda stayed inside my room and kept Banging out the tunes. But I was hanging with The goons while we drank up all the booze. Raving with the strangest crews and raising up the Roof. All these days I've wasted more than patience That I lose. Creative juices draining same root as Fading youth. Can't claim to be the greatest if There's vacancy in proof. Basically from A to Z I've gave every excuse. I feel more incomplete than arrangements I produce. Hit repeat. I said I'm incomplete. Didn't achieve what I want just wanna make the Sickest beats. I'm a bit intrigued as to when I'll hit a streak. Mix and tweak, clipping peaks In my sleep till a hit's released. Commitment inconsistent. It's a little weak. Why intervene? Same bullshit just a different week. When do you admit defeat? Give up and just retreat? Call it quits with digging my feet till I'm Six feet deep. Regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Regrets. Now I'm full of regrets. Put into perspective when I look and reflect. Failed my objectives now I'm full of regrets.