Chuck Mallard - Postcards Lyrics

I'm going postal I gotta get away
I've seen all that I can and it's time for me to change

Swear I'll send a post card
Pretty pics of where I go
You won't see me in Goyard
For at least a couple years until ill get a Maison
It'll be amazing and I'll feel proud
No matter how you do the phrasing
I'll make my own way until I cannot see this basement that I came from
Im bracing for embracements from my baby
When I finished all my training
My soul stands 10 feet tall on top of pavement
Skinned knees scathing
I took a couple L's luckily enough I shook em and they're fading
I faced the face that kept me wasted
A breath of fresh air's breathtaking
And really painstaking

I'm going postal I gotta get away
I've seen all that I can and it's time for me to change
This town that I grew up in I grew up out of fast
And we were just not working looking back I get a laugh

I'm going postal I gotta get away
I've seen all that I can and it's time for me to change
This town that I grew up in I grew up out of fast
And we were just not working looking back I get a laugh

Please leave a message after the tone
Swore I'd send a postcard
To be honest with you I been freaking out that I got no jobs
I don't need a Costar
To tell me its my destiny I breathe it and that's on god
You can't stop me
But I cannot help the feeling that I'm filling up my body with a hobby
Im just chasing kamikaze
All my dreams are dead they zombie
Just running off of Molly maybe Oxy
Miss my shot like paparazzi
Pretty please I feel like I've been burning through my degrees
What'll be left of me don't wanna be left sweeping up my debris
I need to eat not sugar honey iced tea
Is there really no one like me
The name is Chucky please remember it for me
I was born in December back when all those memories haunt me
I need a pen and paper so I don't articulate poorly
Ticking off the days until I am paperweight surely
Sitting on my writing I can't do nothing about it
I can't hide my fear inside me it's still there behind my eyelids
I'm frightened waiting on a strike from lightning
I know its one in a million I would like to be enlightened
Hand me the mic no Tyson if its pay to play what's the pricing
I'm rising can't get to flying
Maybe if I do I'm just icarus in a chicken coup
Listening to what put me through
Cannot move oh I'm in a loop