Lyricist : Parker Williams

Composer : Parker Williams

It must be nice to have so much attention

Without my music, bet I wouldn't get a mention

Not a peep or a sound, not a pen drop around

Like I'm livin' in a silent dimension

It must be nice to have some friends in person

Goin' over to someone's house would be worth it

Do what's best for my life, and I'll do best for yours

But not everyone agrees with my certains

It must be nice to have parents that love you

When you come home from school, they always hug you

Yes, there's sticks and there's stones and they're breaking my bones

But every now and then, I need a hug too

It must be nice to have such a good friend group

Drama happens, but you have them to notice you

You can laugh, you can cry, you can ask, you can pry

But unfortunately, I don't get those to do

It must be nice to link with your online friends

I know with them, that the fun could never end

Yes there's hate, yes there's arguments

But you'll get over it

Well, not always, it depends

It must be nice to have something to live for

If I had that, then I'd probably live more

I don't care if it's small, if it's right, if it's wrong

I just want something to live and strive for

It must be nice to have someone who loves you

Who would kiss, who would ****, who would hug you

Who would jump, who would laugh, all the human contact

All the texts saying "Good night, I love you"

It must be nice to have such a good fanbase

Releasing music at consistent, but slow rates

You don't even do much, you just rub, you just touch

But you're treated like a God in your own state

It must be nice to have stable connections

Something that won't effect your affections

Talking life, talking school, talking music and cool shit

But sometimes it comes with deceptions

It must be nice to not be used so often

I'm just dug up, and used like a coffin

When they're done, then they fade

Is it karma? It may be

But it makes it worse when I stop them

It must be nice to have friends who make music

Friends who take pride for it, don't abuse it

Everyone, they just sing just to hear themselves sing

But for me, this shit is therapeutic

It must be nice to not be left out all the time

Trapped in transparent boxes just like a mime

You can talk, you can yell, but they def will not tell

If you're speaking to them in their own minds