I put my feet to the ground I took my chance but started running out Of what I thought I would keep Some type of normalcy The walls I built in-between (Grow higher) I thought handled it clean Turns out it's not what it seems Nobody cares what it means (I figured out) Right back on the broken track I don't wanna be alone Waiting for my time to go Sink down, all around it's the will I lack Waiting for myself to see It's harder than I thought it'd be Make a list There's a lot of things I don't want to miss In-between All that goes unseen It's for the best I guess That's a lie to me Caught inside a mess I don't want It's become routine I put the pieces in place But once again I'll make the same mistakes Forcing down the things I always wanna say For the sake of comfortability But what's the point of all that comfort brings When you don't understand it's a plan to only try not keep Chased down, all around, got me still attached More than I would even know, more than I would like to show Lose track, I relapse, it's control I lack I don't wanna be without it anymore, I just want it back Make a list There's a lot of things I don't want to miss In-between All that goes unseen It's for the best I guess That's a lie to me Caught inside a mess I don't want It's become routine It's probably for the best, I give this all a rest Go take some time, to try and clear my mind It's probably for the best, I give this all a rest Go take some time, to try and clear my fucking mind

Gonna hop in the hack then turn on the key, Pop in the clutch, let the wheels roll free, Not a cloud in the sky, such a sunny day, Push in the button, let the top ten play. Come on honey, let me sing 'em away, Come on honey, let me sing 'em away, Oh, honey, let me sing your blues away. Give me a little of that old time love, Cause I ain't never had near enough. Honey, walk that walk with style and grace, This ain't no knock-down drag-out race. It don't matter much, pick any gear, Brind you a pound and drop the rear. Baby, baby what can I say, I'm here to drive those blues away. I sent a letter to a man I know, Said, "One for the money and two for the show." I wait all summer for his reply Said, "Three to get ready and four to fly." Only two things in the world I love, That's rock 'n' roll and my turtle dove. When I was a young man I needed good luck, But I'm a little bit older now and I know my stuff. Come on honey, let me sing 'em away, Come on honey, let me sing 'em away, Oh, honey, let me sing your blues away.

You gon', You gon', die, die– (Out of the way kids!) They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch (ay, ay, ay) I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks The smack, lickin up powder bags Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it Three in the back, and that's not including your bitch tushy Mutt hit the blunt like a bump $lick in the cut with the cut, no, we never gave a fuck In my counts, suck it up, bitch I'm fucked Lead in the brain, I got tar in the lungs Dreads full of stank, til' my car fuckin' Nothing to gain, I got nothing but bad fucking luck Lean the seat back as I'm swerving, I crash Yeah, this blunt mixed with glass, as my dreams turn to black I'm ash Put 'em in the back, no strap in the backpack Just a bunch of trash Told Zac, "If we ever fell off with G9 or FTP Let's just be terrorists" Well punk boy let me see Bitch, you gon' die, hoe Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Bitch, you gon' die, hoe Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch This for any pussy boy wanna act up (ac' up) Fight self-doubt with no guts (no guts) Voice in my head say, "Ya ain't kill yourself!" So, so, so I wrote a note Hot boy, Torkoal Told homie make a circle Fuck you and the runners These Xanax anxiety on panic Fuck, fuck, fuck! I got to go! I got a sixty pack waitin' at home Feel like a zombie; I'm all alone Everyone clones, please tell your bitch to stop hitting my phone Let's get it, get that hoe Motherfucking gang (gang!) I don't damn care, aye So am I right? Bitch, you gon' die, hoe Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Bitch, you gon' die, hoe Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch END

I want something to hold Darling give me your hand If I don't walk away Will you tell me your plan Because I am a man Well I don't always understand I want your love If you treat me this way Darling I can't reside Because I'm not a slave It's just like doing time Because I am a man Well I don't always understand I want your love