If I knew how to do trap beats, that’s what the music would be. The chorus lyrics will be seriously pitched down male spoken word.
Copyright 2021 Scott Lake
I used to like counting but now I’m not so sure
I used to think that life’s answers were clear as a blur
I used to believe I could conjure up some fame
now I just know that number 5 calls my name.
Where did the day go if it went anywhere?
where did the the time go that I used like it’s air?
how did I miss the facts of the game
when number 5 is calling my name?
number 5 number 5 five
number 5 number number 5
number 5 number 5 number 5 five
Number 5. calling my name.
I am afraid of the fear of missing out.
I wonder if I have it and then I start to doubt.
I shut my facebook down after 11 years of the same.
So maybe not but number 5 still calls my name.
can a number call you, stuck inside your head ?
Can a number give you a brooding sense of dread?
What if you can’t remember exactly what it said ?