Loading…
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The clock keeps ticking
Slow but sly
I’m stuck in my head
Don’t ask me why
The sun’s gone down
The moon’s grown old
I’ve got no stories
Just lies I’ve told
[Chorus]
Procrasturbation
It’s my vocation
A cheap escape
A sad salvation
Can’t face the world
So I face the screen
Living small in a dying dream
[Verse 2]
I coulda called my mama
Shoulda made that trip
But the whiskey’s warm and my grip don’t slip
The bills stack up like a leaning wall
I hear them whisper
But I don’t call
[Prechorus]
Shadows on the wall
They don’t judge at all
[Chorus]
Procrasturbation
It’s my vocation
A cheap escape
A sad salvation
Can’t face the world
So I face the screen
Living small in a dying dream
[Bridge]
I see the neighbors
They’re mowing their grass
I watch from the window
Let the moment pass
Their laughter’s loud
It cuts like a knife
Is this a habit
Or is it my life?
Details
GeneratedOct 13, 2025
Duration3:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
raw and reflective, acoustic, vocal, male vocals, folk
Credits
Prompt by
Burnt_Reynolds_rap3
Burnt_Reynolds_rap3ModelAria v4
Prompt
Procrastination via masturbation procasturbationI’m scared to start living a life of responsibility and socialize Folky John prime guy clark Townes vanzandt style acoustic and vocal like let him roll
