Pourin scotch on the rocks
You wanna touch the stars, but they look so far yeah
And you fall apart
I know nobody's searching for me
But we mend the scars
Grown up now, I still bleed blood red
I'll never forget
I wake up and feel a pain in my chest
And I'm sweating through my shirt, didn't get enough rest
Can I smoke another L, tryna have no stress
Can you gimme all your strength, cause I have no left
And I'm learning that I'll never get everything that I want
Spending all my money on new saint laurent
Picking up and running when you say it's wrong
Always keep it ringing, don't pick up the phone
I drink scotch on the rocks and I don't feel grown
I don't wanna have to keep doing this alone
Everything I'm doing now I'm doing on my own
Breaking down the inner me, it's breaking down my soul
I need someone to fix me right up
And bring me back down
Need someone that's around
Scotch on the rocks, I'm too sick of shots
Nobody's searching for me
Scotch and the rocks so I'm still sedated (sedated)
As how grown folk faded (uh huh)
Keep life large, keep the haters hate'n (they gon hate)
I'll keep on graduating
I'm searching far and wide (damn right)
I'm the new bourgeoisie (cha-ching)
But I keep on getting high
Just for my mind to sleep (straight z's)
Cuz how could I run away (yeh yeah)
I could I run away
Away from (away from)
Can I clear the cache (the cache)
Who am I to claim, what I'm made for (what I'm made for)
Can't sit back no absentee (uh huh)
Shoot my shot (drum magged smg)
Fill my glass, Glenmorangie
100 proof, bullet proof
I keep shit neat
Let me talk my shit to you
I took too many hits before I hit the booth
I took too many hits, I got shit to do
Can't make it through the day without a hit or two
Two shots and I feel invincible
Everything just feels so fixable
Everything I do's habitual
Tryna hide my face, so miserable
I wake up and then I roll myself another one
Tryna numb myself from everything I ever done
I drink a bottle and I go and buy another one
I can't make it through the day without a shot of something
Sedating myself
Feel like I'm slipping too far like I'm baiting myself
Debating my health
Waiting for someone to save me, can't save me myself
Where are you?
Where are you?
Devon Braxton - SCOTCH ON THE ROCKS Lyrics
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Pourin scotch on the rocks
You wanna touch the stars, but they look so far yeah
And you fall apart
I know nobody's searching for me
But we mend the scars
Grown up now, I still bleed blood red
I'll never forget
I wake up and feel a pain in my chest
And I'm sweating through my shirt, didn't get enough rest
Can I smoke another L, tryna have no stress
Can you gimme all your strength, cause I have no left
And I'm learning that I'll never get everything that I want
Spending all my money on new saint laurent
Picking up and running when you say it's wrong
Always keep it ringing, don't pick up the phone
I drink scotch on the rocks and I don't feel grown
I don't wanna have to keep doing this alone
Everything I'm doing now I'm doing on my own
Breaking down the inner me, it's breaking down my soul
I need someone to fix me right up
And bring me back down
Need someone that's around
Scotch on the rocks, I'm too sick of shots
Nobody's searching for me
Scotch and the rocks so I'm still sedated (sedated)
As how grown folk faded (uh huh)
Keep life large, keep the haters hate'n (they gon hate)
I'll keep on graduating
I'm searching far and wide (damn right)
I'm the new bourgeoisie (cha-ching)
But I keep on getting high
Just for my mind to sleep (straight z's)
Cuz how could I run away (yeh yeah)
I could I run away
Away from (away from)
Can I clear the cache (the cache)
Who am I to claim, what I'm made for (what I'm made for)
Can't sit back no absentee (uh huh)
Shoot my shot (drum magged smg)
Fill my glass, Glenmorangie
100 proof, bullet proof
I keep shit neat
Let me talk my shit to you
I took too many hits before I hit the booth
I took too many hits, I got shit to do
Can't make it through the day without a hit or two
Two shots and I feel invincible
Everything just feels so fixable
Everything I do's habitual
Tryna hide my face, so miserable
I wake up and then I roll myself another one
Tryna numb myself from everything I ever done
I drink a bottle and I go and buy another one
I can't make it through the day without a shot of something
Sedating myself
Feel like I'm slipping too far like I'm baiting myself
Debating my health
Waiting for someone to save me, can't save me myself
Where are you?
Where are you?
You wanna touch the stars, but they look so far yeah
And you fall apart
I know nobody's searching for me
But we mend the scars
Grown up now, I still bleed blood red
I'll never forget
I wake up and feel a pain in my chest
And I'm sweating through my shirt, didn't get enough rest
Can I smoke another L, tryna have no stress
Can you gimme all your strength, cause I have no left
And I'm learning that I'll never get everything that I want
Spending all my money on new saint laurent
Picking up and running when you say it's wrong
Always keep it ringing, don't pick up the phone
I drink scotch on the rocks and I don't feel grown
I don't wanna have to keep doing this alone
Everything I'm doing now I'm doing on my own
Breaking down the inner me, it's breaking down my soul
I need someone to fix me right up
And bring me back down
Need someone that's around
Scotch on the rocks, I'm too sick of shots
Nobody's searching for me
Scotch and the rocks so I'm still sedated (sedated)
As how grown folk faded (uh huh)
Keep life large, keep the haters hate'n (they gon hate)
I'll keep on graduating
I'm searching far and wide (damn right)
I'm the new bourgeoisie (cha-ching)
But I keep on getting high
Just for my mind to sleep (straight z's)
Cuz how could I run away (yeh yeah)
I could I run away
Away from (away from)
Can I clear the cache (the cache)
Who am I to claim, what I'm made for (what I'm made for)
Can't sit back no absentee (uh huh)
Shoot my shot (drum magged smg)
Fill my glass, Glenmorangie
100 proof, bullet proof
I keep shit neat
Let me talk my shit to you
I took too many hits before I hit the booth
I took too many hits, I got shit to do
Can't make it through the day without a hit or two
Two shots and I feel invincible
Everything just feels so fixable
Everything I do's habitual
Tryna hide my face, so miserable
I wake up and then I roll myself another one
Tryna numb myself from everything I ever done
I drink a bottle and I go and buy another one
I can't make it through the day without a shot of something
Sedating myself
Feel like I'm slipping too far like I'm baiting myself
Debating my health
Waiting for someone to save me, can't save me myself
Where are you?
Where are you?
Writer: Joshua Seow, Devon Braxton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid