All work and no play leads to alcoholism and break-ups
lyrics
Well... This.... Has...
Gotta be the worst pain that I ever have amended
and its got me feelin' stranger than my YouTube recommended
Will I ever X the vexing feeling stewing in my chest?
Its deeper in my meat and by the flesh I am C O M P R E S S E D
Cuz I got MORE rocks in my brain than in your socks
My Demons behind the bars cracked the code and picked the locks
Shredding all integrity, releasing insecurity
(Fuck this! I quit... I gotta make it STOP!)
And I know this is a little vague, to say the least...
Despite the gap in my mind, my heart will make the ends... meet
(...or some fake deep shit like that, I dunno... Anyway...)
BACK TO THE MAIN POINT! I'm scrapin' through my weeks jus like a Jerk
BITCH, Need my money now like JG Wentworth
Checks bounce higher than your trampoline
Bank account useless like yer arts degree
My only friend left... is a scorched-out cigarette
Drowning in whats left, of a 16 ounce can
inside my yead like Tom Delonge, I'm fuckin' scared to go alone
and the saddest part about me is that I am all I have...
I am all I have...
And don't you forget
The reason you grind
Don't you forget
Just how you spend your life
And Don't you forget
Theres even effort in apathy
Chaos inside...
...
I really didn't wanna have to spell this shit out
but it seems that I'm the only one who's moving my mouth
you gotta make that money, but have good times
Take it all in now, cuz we're all gonna die...
But let's just hold it right there before we get far from the focus
The fact is that living is only semi-bogus
Clock in all your time, but rest when it's rough
or we're going postal in the streets
Stomp our feet like drums
And we're not gonna stop til we get what we want
and the pigs will all come, and we won't even run
And in their crosshairs, we'll throw our fingers in the air
Catch their bullets in our teeth, breathe their gas like air
Steal their blood, heat it up, drink it til we feel drunk
Push their faces to the curb, screamin' "FUCK YOU PUNK!"
But I digress... You're right... I'm just so fuckin' stressed
My life just really sucks and it's such a fuckin' mess
And I'm tired of the people preaching how routine can construct better days
Giving way to... Ease my heavy, Drunken soul
But just because you're spiraling doesn't mean you're off the path...
I need help now, or I'm fucked
Stomp my fuse or I'm gonna self destruct...
credits
released May 7, 2021
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