lyrics
Mother's crying I'm dying it fucks with my health,
felt selfish for tryna to fucking comfort myself,
found role models in old bottles of Old-E,
hopes swallowed in old problems I hold deep,
the liquor just hit's us til we float to the night,
Shots darken our vision til' we hoping for fights,"
they fought for respect like their future was done,
but I grew up asking where's that future we won?
Hope's a crutch when we broke as fuck,
So guess money's a future I'll just hope for us,
sitting in class mixing gin from my flask,
fast sippin that bliss feelin' lifted at last,
the fuck do I say, cause I'm stuck in a place,
where I lust for mistakes while I structure my fate,
so growing older now I try picturing life,
sippin' liquors bitter fuck it like I'm living to die
I'm sick of fearing death, left stressed cause of life,
self loathing coldness all that entered my sight,
Lost in my eyes, cried from thoughts that I'll die,
was seven dreading that there's no god in sky,
tryna' transcend but I'm sick of the stress,
that's bitterly hitting me til' I'm living for death,
I'm haunted by ghosts, hopes trapped in the past,
Seen my dreamin' in demons til' they hand me a flask,
Swallowed escapes til' I'm hollow to pain,
Liquor eating my stress, til' it swallows my brain,
this medication the meditation for the scum,
We educated in medicating til we numb,
Other's poppin' needles but we better than that,
as we laugh at the hopeless, sippin' death from a glass,
guessin' transcendence isn't bottles of booze,
bruise my psyche til I gotta get loose
credits
from
Burnout Theory,
released September 19, 2017
VOCALS: Lost Moniker
BEAT: Mental Epademik
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