If I wrote my own story, then it wouldn't be a shit show
Fell from false made glory, now my sight is foggy
Caught up to the dust, just don't judge me
I've been riddled with mental illness, please don't push me (yeah)
Keep it honest with me friend, you don't have to pretend
This is a new beginning, fallen past the end
I've been feeling buzzed so much that reality isn't real
Keep it to yourself, man
180 from Happy Pills
Post-Mortem
Perished from the Silver Gun
Reality's sting, given pain to everyone
Step 9
I should keep my f*ckin' mouth shut
But myself out of my own shit
Here we are at often outcomes
Thinking about my outrun
Wondering about the things we do as Men or Artists, expectations to hit shit
It's never ending just trying to live
Keep it honest with me friend, you don't have to pretend
This is a new beginning, fallen past the end
I've been feeling buzzed so much that reality isn't real
Keep it to yourself, man
180 from Happy Pills
When you're down or going mad
They just prescribe those Happy Pills
Prescribe those drugs, you feel
Sober, I live no Pills
They prescribe those Happy Pills
Prescribe those Happy Pills
The things, that you feel
Talk the talk, I happen to walk too
Sunshine, I smile as I walk through
If I wrote my own story, then this might be alright
I've been riddled with mental illness, but I'm trying
Please respect me if I'm away cause I'm healing
Leprosy in my mind and I'm testifying
Set, Waves