Smokin up until my gut is fuckin sick
Gotta lot of problems try to solve em with a flip
Gotta pop an oxy that'll prolly do the trick
Smokin up until my gut is fuckin sick
Gotta lot of problems try to solve em with a flip
Gotta pop an oxy that'll prolly do the trick
I can't seem to find a spot to land
Take me with you you're my promised land
All this pain is temporary
Sleep forever, cemetery, yea
But baby won't you come back
I don't wanna do this anymore
Always running round, knockin at my door
I can't take the pressure
I never begin to forget all the silhouettes haunting me
I'm not ready to die, but I don't wanna live
So I bury myself in a bottle of gin
I surrender myself to original sin
Got the devil within on my devilish grin
Till I can't feel my legs
Till I can't feel my face
Only time that I feel is when I don't feel at all
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna do this anymore
Always running round, knockin' at my door
Smokin' up until my gut is fuckin sick
Gotta lot of problems try to solve em with a flip
Gotta pop an oxy that'll prolly do the trick
Smokin up until my gut is fuckin sick
Gotta lot of problems try to solve em with a flip
Gotta pop an oxy that'll prolly do the trick