Verse `1
Somedays I feel I wanna slit my wrists and split
23 years old just a kid
Ain't the only one sick of shit
Somebody help me fix this quick
Get me outta here flip the script
Wake up in a motherfucking sweat
grabbing my head like god damn get a grip
Same old day just different shit
Or same old shit just a diferent day
Can't complain its just the way
That shit be for me I'll get a break
Sleep and wake up
Go to work and look at my paystub
Clocked in 58 hours
Minimum wage And all of my cheque is ate up
Paid my rent and internet
bought my food and I paid my cell
Ima muthafucking grown up now baby
But it feel like I'm a slave in hell
End of the day im tired as fuck and I got no time for music
My rhymes are useless
If you asked me why
Couldn't tell you like why I do this
Maybe I just need you to hear
Maybe we can shoot pool or beers,
but I been sober for 2 months
What did I do to get to me through these years
Headphones On
and Im gone mustve been the music
going through these ears
And yours.
I'd be lying if I told you
I'm too cool for tears
Hook
I Wonder what I could do
What is there to say
I feel just like you
All I feel is pain
Do you feel like me sometimes
What is it I crave
why am I alive
How do I spend my days
Verse 2
There's this girl I like
But I try to stay away from her
Ever have a heart break it hurts
Dont really wanna say these words
I could hit her up, but what
if I fall to hard and I make it worse
Deep inside I wish she could
be the one to try, and make me hers
Like why would a girl just want me?
Would she wanna keep me if she got me?
When we in bed would she keep going?
Kissing and touching would she stop me?
Spend my days lonely ugly
Always stressing over money
Work all day When I get back
Wish she could be the one to hold me hug me
Tell me its okay everythings allright
And I don't need to stress
When im at my worst
She could be the one to be my best
Cause I feel like drinking when the days over
I just wanna buy captain morgan and a bottle
of coke, Some days its Getting hard me to stay sober
maybe she is just as fucked as me
Living in our hells stuck with me
Maybe she been through some shit
Seen some shit as rough as me
Maybe I'm thinking to much
Maybe not enough it all depends
I can only imagine how
I dunno how this all ends
