Heartbreak in my pocket
Feel the pain but I can't stop it
Dagger through the truth till I'm spewing out droplets
I'm out of options
My hearts throbbing eyes sobbing fearing hate from the love that I am robbing
Today's the day I become a man and speak the gospel
Got a ounce of gas quarter tank and empty bottles
Overloved but not enough to make a swaddle
I'm all alone why would I want some one to coddle
Overthinking
Over drinking on a snowy night
I'm tryna figure out the words that'll make me right
The irony in tragic thoughts they always help you manage
Expect the worst and call the hearse before you bring the bandage
It's ironic as I'm smoking all the pain away
My grandpa died from Inner complications just the same.
The guilty feeling when you running home to pack another
Subdue the thoughts of putrid rot and regulate your flutter
Straighten out your stutter
No longer words of mutter
But smoother words like butter
Watch what you tell your mother
Because she worried man
She wants the best from you
She only sees you' deep down inside contemplating truth
The social context man I think it's getting to me
Arbitrary thoughts make my team like they're Rudy
Smoking legal man go ahead and f*cking sue me
Only spitting truths to ears my god given duty
4 eyed guy with future fear Im looking for a New me
Shag and Scooby after school meet and be glued from blue leaf
Is this how it do be? Only smoking doobies
Pursuing for a higher view im drowning by the buoy
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Heartbreak in my pocket
Feel the pain but I can't stop it
Dagger through the truth till I'm spewing out droplets
I'm out of options
My hearts throbbing eyes sobbing fearing hate from the love that I am robbing
Today's the day I become a man and speak the gospel
Got a ounce of gas quarter tank and empty bottles
Overloved but not enough to make a swaddle
I'm all alone why would I want some one to coddle
Overthinking
Over drinking on a snowy night
I'm tryna figure out the words that'll make me right
The irony in tragic thoughts they always help you manage
Expect the worst and call the hearse before you bring the bandage
It's ironic as I'm smoking all the pain away
My grandpa died from Inner complications just the same.
The guilty feeling when you running home to pack another
Subdue the thoughts of putrid rot and regulate your flutter
Straighten out your stutter
No longer words of mutter
But smoother words like butter
Watch what you tell your mother
Because she worried man
She wants the best from you
She only sees you' deep down inside contemplating truth
The social context man I think it's getting to me
Arbitrary thoughts make my team like they're Rudy
Smoking legal man go ahead and f*cking sue me
Only spitting truths to ears my god given duty
4 eyed guy with future fear Im looking for a New me
Shag and Scooby after school meet and be glued from blue leaf
Is this how it do be? Only smoking doobies
Pursuing for a higher view im drowning by the buoy
Feel the pain but I can't stop it
Dagger through the truth till I'm spewing out droplets
I'm out of options
My hearts throbbing eyes sobbing fearing hate from the love that I am robbing
Today's the day I become a man and speak the gospel
Got a ounce of gas quarter tank and empty bottles
Overloved but not enough to make a swaddle
I'm all alone why would I want some one to coddle
Overthinking
Over drinking on a snowy night
I'm tryna figure out the words that'll make me right
The irony in tragic thoughts they always help you manage
Expect the worst and call the hearse before you bring the bandage
It's ironic as I'm smoking all the pain away
My grandpa died from Inner complications just the same.
The guilty feeling when you running home to pack another
Subdue the thoughts of putrid rot and regulate your flutter
Straighten out your stutter
No longer words of mutter
But smoother words like butter
Watch what you tell your mother
Because she worried man
She wants the best from you
She only sees you' deep down inside contemplating truth
The social context man I think it's getting to me
Arbitrary thoughts make my team like they're Rudy
Smoking legal man go ahead and f*cking sue me
Only spitting truths to ears my god given duty
4 eyed guy with future fear Im looking for a New me
Shag and Scooby after school meet and be glued from blue leaf
Is this how it do be? Only smoking doobies
Pursuing for a higher view im drowning by the buoy
Writer: Zachary Powell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid