Wonder what you think of me Now
Wonder if I let you down
Wonder what you think of me Now
Wonder if I'll turn around
My minds depression
Is pressing my obbsessions
Like ironing my irony
On a suit
Fruit of the loom white tee
Hearts mia
Cause it got f*cking sick of Resting on my sleeve
I'm Trying to breathe
Trying to believe
My soul ain't lost like it dont Need a wreath
I'll take another breath
Put death aside with the rest
Of my problems
Stuffed them under my vest
Looking at my watch till
I find the time to solve em
My laces
Short just like my patience
Tried Writing a book about
Walking a mile in my shoes
Like I got nothing to lose
But f*cking kept Running out Of pages
Feels like I'm dead
My dreams go over my head
Like this snap back
Till I snapped back
To this fast track
Till life creased me like
Khaki slacks
With some polo draws
So I gotta suit to match
With my glasses on
I'm seeing the bullshit in 40/40
Yall keep listening to my life While I keep recording
Wonder what you think of me Now
Wonder if I let you down
Wonder what you think of me Now
Wonder if I'll turn around
Trying to take flight
Like buzz light year
Watching the room spin at Night
From a bud light beer
Chased with the sailor jerry
Loaded off more shots
Feelin like I'm
Dirty harry
Drowning like I'm jason Voorhees
Down n out
But
Save the poor me
And please just pour me
Another shot
While my emotions keep on Pouring
My son and this f*cking Alcohol is all I got
I keep running away from life
It's starting to get redundant
I'm always getting chased by
This mother f*cking
1800 percent of the time
I keep asking why
If the good die young
Then How the f*ck
Am I still alive
When the morning comes
I'm done
No more need for sorrow
Another night on the floor
But I swear
I'll be on my feet by tomorrow
I promise this until my final Hour
Cause god will
Not have his
Work made
Manifest by cowards
Wonder what you think of me Now
Wonder if I let you down
Wonder what you think of me now
Wonder if I'll turn around