Chords for Sub Urban "Cradles" Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified

Imagine a kid in a crib.
They don't know what the hell is going on.
Their room's getting surrounded.
It's a movie scene.
Their room's getting surrounded by fire.
It's really similar to, you know, how everyone copes with their life just crumbling around them in a batter of chaos.
You just kind of
_ pretend it's not happening, or you don't know what's happening.
[Em] _ _ _ _ _
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Cradles was like my take on the parallels between _
adulthood and childhood [F#m] broken down to like [N] the most instinctual faiths.
You know when someone's
throwing a tantrum as a kid _
carries into adulthood, we're no different.
We're all fucking babies.
We get sad when we don't get what we want, and I feel like nobody ever really grows out of that, even as an old man.
My dad's cursing in the car when he takes a wrong turn.
I started off on the piano
I was writing this jazz idea for a lo-fi hip-hop thing, and I just randomly hit the chords
and I just realized like, oh shit, that's a hit.
Originally
I wanted to go with like a string pizzicato for the the drop, and I realized it's just gonna sound so much more raw with
just music box bells, and you know because music box I immediately just
thought this could be like a take on like babies, childhood, innocence, whatever. _ _
I live inside my own world of make-believe.
I wrote this two years ago when I was a dissociating little bitch teenager, and not much has changed.
It's almost like a coping mechanism.
Everyone deals with like a level of dissociation in their life. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I see the world through _ _ _ _ _ _ black and white.
Like everything's so bipolar.
Like sure there's gray,
but you know more and more every single day we stray from the gray parts of everything. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ At certain points during my high school life, I just felt like I had nobody.
Even my close friends were like, who the fuck are you?
Like they didn't know how to like help, and I don't blame them.
That was a mess. _ _ _ _ _
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_ You're struggling to breathe in this fiery room.
That's alright.
You're not really noticing it.
It's just kind of like a peaceful ending.
It's all up to this climax of _
breaking down or giving up or for some people suicide. _ _
_ You're gone.
It's black. _ _
Tape my eyes open to force reality.
_ _ Why can't you just let me eat my weight in glee?
They're trying to force me to [G] realize what's going on in front of [N] me.
Like hey, you gotta take this seriously.
And I just don't want to.
Can I just do whatever I want?
Why do I have to live by your restrictions and
_ physicality?
I just
want to overeat.
I just want to do whatever I want. _ _ _
_ _ I can't make believe kids screaming in their cradles, _ profanities.
Some days I feel skinnier than all the other days.
Sometimes I can't tell if my body belongs to me.
It just felt like I wasn't really in my own body.
You ever play
any sort of game in third person?
That was me.
Oh my god.
It was some Detroit become human shit. _
_ I wanna taste your content.
I wanna know what it feels like to be
someone who has their priorities.
I wanna know what it feels like to be
whole.
So many people thought I was saying I wanna taste your cunt.
One of my friends I made off of fucking TikTok.
He said I need to know, I need to clarify.
Are you saying content, content or cunt?
Because I need to know if I can play it in the car with my parents.
I told him,
oh yeah, I'm talking about eating a girl out. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ You can't be yourself.
You can't fully, like nobody can really just say whatever they want without
seeming like a complete cunt.
Honesty is a one-way ticket to hell.
Like I'm not
saying whatever I want, even if I wanted to.
And because of that restriction, it comes back to like
childhood versus adulthood.
As a kid, you're not really taught like, oh what's manners and what's not.
It's like I'll say whatever the hell I want
about Jimmy's dumb hat.
_ Fuck him.
I wanna taste consumption.
Breathe faster to waste oxygen.
Hear the children sing aloud.
It's music till the wick burns out.
_ It was honestly just a creepy line that I threw in there.
Children are singing,
_ lights go out.
Ooh, they're screaming now.
_ Just wanna be carefree lately, yeah.
[G#m] Just kicking up daisies.
Got one too many quarters in my pockets.
Counting like the four-leaf clover's in my locket.
I was born into a fortunate life.
No doubt.
I've gained even [N] more fortune since I started doing music.
I got full pockets and now I got too much luck.
Too much.
_ Untied laces, yeah.
Just tripping on daydreams.
Got dirty little lullabies playing on repeat.
During the point in my life where I don't know,
I was, everything was losing meaning.
Music, every fucking sound
just, it sounded the same.
Even the diverse shit.
I just
didn't hear anything special.
I almost just played like a little lullaby in the background.
The current shit that's out right now, y'all production fucking sucks.
I'm, so sick of like emo hip-hop because it's so like
poorly blended.
Everybody's taking like the cliches of both hip-hop and emo and just throwing it together and calling it a new genre.
Fuck you.
No, it takes more than that. _ _ _ _
It's catchy.
It's like I'm sitting in an asylum.
I'm just rotting around.
I'm just, I'm a padded room.
Counting sheep but just struggling to fall asleep.
I didn't sleep today.
I tried for four hours rolling around in bed.
I just couldn't sleep.
It happens when I try to like fit into a normal cycle.
_ _ [Em] _ I'm fucking sick of hearing my own song on TikTok and wherever people keep sending me it.
There's so many big stars out there who have listened to their own songs for like 50 plus years.
You guys are suffering out there.