Music: Avrey Freeman/Colson Baker/Andrew Migliore
I fill my lungs with half my worth
And try to go numb so that I can't hurt
'Cause at my highs I'm at my worst
And I can't fly until I crash first
Everyone's seeing my screaming
Been that since birth
Everyone's seeing this money I'm blowing, but nobody's seeing the work
Look, Dad, I'm high like you, for me, the pills don't work
I like digging in a bag, I like smoking till it hurts
And if my eyes roll back
Then let the tears come first
Been holding those in too long
Faking it like I'm too strong
And when my eyes roll back
Throw my body in the dam
And them things in my pocket
Will you hide them from my fam?
Will you tell the world I loved hard?
Can you make them understand
That all the things I was struggling with
Didn't make me less a man?
And all of the trauma I'm trying to bury probably make me who I am
Think growing up broken was necessary so I could fix my fam
And part of me died on this death bed holding my daddy's hand
Just tell my daughters their father will drown if that means they can swim
I fill my lungs with half my worth
And try to go numb so that I can't hurt
'Cause at my highs I'm at my worst
And I can't fly until I crash first
I know that it takes time, I'm coming to get you
Walking a straight line, I need me a breakthrough
I'm smoking a grape vine, sippin' a grape juice
Choppin' a white line
It's getting harder to face you
Oh God
Yeah
Take my hands off the wheel, I'm speeding
I said I hate you when I left, I didn't mean it
Open wounds from my nose, still bleeding
Only you can clean me up, I'm still fiending
Cold sweats and these meds can't treat it
No sleep, all party through the weekend
Karosene, black smoke I'm breathing
Somebody save me, I've been falling off the deep end
All I know is I don't know how to give a **** (I don't)
All I know is I don't know how to give a **** (I don't)
I couldn't give a **** (No)
I never gave a **** (No)
All I know is I don't know how to give a ****
Under pressure, I don't got control of my aggression
Under the influence, I'm 'bout to make a bad impression
On the dresser it's some ammunition and a weapon
And I've been smoking on this shit since I was adolescent
Three sixes, I'm trying to get lucky number seven
I wonder if they got a spot for junkies up in heaven
Leave a mess if they gon find my body in the bedroom
And they can listen to this song if they want my confession
Take my hands off the wheel, I'm speeding
I said I hate you when I left, I didn't mean it
Open wounds from my nose, still bleeding
Only you can clean me up, I'm still fiending
Cold sweats and these meds can't treat it
No sleep, all party through the weekend
Karosene, black smoke I'm breathing
Somebody save me, I've been falling off the deep end
All I know is I don't know how to give a **** (I don't)
All I know is I don't know how to give a **** (I don't)
I couldn't give a **** (No)
I never gave a **** (No)
All I know is I don't know how to give a ****
Go, go, go, go, I'm getting closer to death
Go, go, go, go, I'm getting closer
Go, go, go, go, I'm getting closer to death
Go, go, go, go, I'm getting closer