Seven Days Late

It's the 12th of July
And for seven days
I'm not going anywhere
I told you that I was coming
I gave you plenty of time
And I don't have any back-up
Gonna have to push through this wall here
I'm a bit disorientated, but it'll be fine
I was busy thinking, forgot who I was
(Everyone is pushing and I believed them all)
My mum and sister had to smoke me out
This is all an assault on my senses
Procrastination is easily done in here
Well, this womb is roastin'
Supplies are tube fed
There's no discourse in here
I'm oscillating, yeah
Oh, and there's no discourse in here either
And I've really, really, really, really been looking
No invert to be found, and I'm ready to go
I was busy thinking, forgot who I was
(Everyone is pushing and I believed them all)
My mum and sister had to smoke me out
This is all an assault on my senses
Everyone is pushing, I believed them all
Everyone is pushing, I believed them all (When I grow up, I'll show them all)
Everyone is pushing, I believed them all
Everyone, everyone, everyone
I was busy thinking, forgot who I was
(I was busy thinking, forgot who I was)
I was busy thinking, forgot who I was
(I was busy thinking, forgot who I was)
I was busy thinking, forgot who I was
(I was busy thinking, forgot who I was)
I was busy thinking, forgot who I was