All chips on the table
Writting my fable
Betting everything
The horses out of the stable
All the nights without cable
From addiction being enabled
To sleepless nights
Chasing a label
Imma stick to this like maple
Back to musical chairs
Look whose turning the tables
Let me staple a picture
Onto the vision board
Started back in April
I was so poor
Couldn't afford a bagel
That's no joke
Laughed at by the gas station clerk
Same time
Disowned by family
All out of options
Back to putting in the work
But then they wouldn't hire me
Was it because of these scars
Do they not like what they see
Could it be the personality
You're telling me that I can't be me
Lead to hotel rooms
Hungry nights
Watching cartoons
What else is there to do
When your starving for food
What was keeping me alive
Is having something to prove
Though the flame inside is barely lit
Just got out of a cheating relationship
So the shits piling up
Emotions are starting to hit
Nights are cold
Days feel endless
No need for a filter
When the truths what venting
Lifes depressing
Living with depression
I'm confessing
All the confessions
Frowny face
Read the expression
The precursor to being suicidal
If it weren't for Michael
I might be staring at my fate
Down the barrel of a rifle
A million thoughts in my head
All gone viral
During this time
It was scavenge for survival
Look up to idles
I've seen people sleep in isles
Tattoos were tribal
In the alleys ways
Take a whore as a bridal
How can you look at the world the same
After you've seen
Bros from the soccer team
Skin turn green
Sipping the lean
Turn into monsters
As in crack fiends
Begging for beans
Back when I was a teen
I done seen the prom queen
On adult screens
Its gonna be hard to get clean
When all this can be numbed
With the swig of a canteen
Listen to my pillow
It's full of screams
Feel like giving up
Can't, when you're a machine
The pieces are always grinding
Built to contravene
Lifes depressing
Living with depression
I'm confessing
All the confessions
Frowny face
Read the expression
Moving forward
I'm deciding to get clean
The demons will no longer intervene
Put the piece down
My head will no longer be robbed
Dry eyes
Sockets are no longer sobbed
Time to run this shit
Like we the f*cking mob
Started as dogs
But you're thinking backwards
Cause we always been gods
Like a beaver
Using resources
Were building castles
Out of logs
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All chips on the table
Writting my fable
Betting everything
The horses out of the stable
All the nights without cable
From addiction being enabled
To sleepless nights
Chasing a label
Imma stick to this like maple
Back to musical chairs
Look whose turning the tables
Let me staple a picture
Onto the vision board
Started back in April
I was so poor
Couldn't afford a bagel
That's no joke
Laughed at by the gas station clerk
Same time
Disowned by family
All out of options
Back to putting in the work
But then they wouldn't hire me
Was it because of these scars
Do they not like what they see
Could it be the personality
You're telling me that I can't be me
Lead to hotel rooms
Hungry nights
Watching cartoons
What else is there to do
When your starving for food
What was keeping me alive
Is having something to prove
Though the flame inside is barely lit
Just got out of a cheating relationship
So the shits piling up
Emotions are starting to hit
Nights are cold
Days feel endless
No need for a filter
When the truths what venting
Lifes depressing
Living with depression
I'm confessing
All the confessions
Frowny face
Read the expression
The precursor to being suicidal
If it weren't for Michael
I might be staring at my fate
Down the barrel of a rifle
A million thoughts in my head
All gone viral
During this time
It was scavenge for survival
Look up to idles
I've seen people sleep in isles
Tattoos were tribal
In the alleys ways
Take a whore as a bridal
How can you look at the world the same
After you've seen
Bros from the soccer team
Skin turn green
Sipping the lean
Turn into monsters
As in crack fiends
Begging for beans
Back when I was a teen
I done seen the prom queen
On adult screens
Its gonna be hard to get clean
When all this can be numbed
With the swig of a canteen
Listen to my pillow
It's full of screams
Feel like giving up
Can't, when you're a machine
The pieces are always grinding
Built to contravene
Lifes depressing
Living with depression
I'm confessing
All the confessions
Frowny face
Read the expression
Moving forward
I'm deciding to get clean
The demons will no longer intervene
Put the piece down
My head will no longer be robbed
Dry eyes
Sockets are no longer sobbed
Time to run this shit
Like we the f*cking mob
Started as dogs
But you're thinking backwards
Cause we always been gods
Like a beaver
Using resources
Were building castles
Out of logs
Writting my fable
Betting everything
The horses out of the stable
All the nights without cable
From addiction being enabled
To sleepless nights
Chasing a label
Imma stick to this like maple
Back to musical chairs
Look whose turning the tables
Let me staple a picture
Onto the vision board
Started back in April
I was so poor
Couldn't afford a bagel
That's no joke
Laughed at by the gas station clerk
Same time
Disowned by family
All out of options
Back to putting in the work
But then they wouldn't hire me
Was it because of these scars
Do they not like what they see
Could it be the personality
You're telling me that I can't be me
Lead to hotel rooms
Hungry nights
Watching cartoons
What else is there to do
When your starving for food
What was keeping me alive
Is having something to prove
Though the flame inside is barely lit
Just got out of a cheating relationship
So the shits piling up
Emotions are starting to hit
Nights are cold
Days feel endless
No need for a filter
When the truths what venting
Lifes depressing
Living with depression
I'm confessing
All the confessions
Frowny face
Read the expression
The precursor to being suicidal
If it weren't for Michael
I might be staring at my fate
Down the barrel of a rifle
A million thoughts in my head
All gone viral
During this time
It was scavenge for survival
Look up to idles
I've seen people sleep in isles
Tattoos were tribal
In the alleys ways
Take a whore as a bridal
How can you look at the world the same
After you've seen
Bros from the soccer team
Skin turn green
Sipping the lean
Turn into monsters
As in crack fiends
Begging for beans
Back when I was a teen
I done seen the prom queen
On adult screens
Its gonna be hard to get clean
When all this can be numbed
With the swig of a canteen
Listen to my pillow
It's full of screams
Feel like giving up
Can't, when you're a machine
The pieces are always grinding
Built to contravene
Lifes depressing
Living with depression
I'm confessing
All the confessions
Frowny face
Read the expression
Moving forward
I'm deciding to get clean
The demons will no longer intervene
Put the piece down
My head will no longer be robbed
Dry eyes
Sockets are no longer sobbed
Time to run this shit
Like we the f*cking mob
Started as dogs
But you're thinking backwards
Cause we always been gods
Like a beaver
Using resources
Were building castles
Out of logs
Writer: Jordan Pelcz
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid