[Intro: Macklemore]
Feel like I'm running out of time and the sun won't shine forever, forever
I got my mind on my money and my money, man, fuck it, whatever, whatever
Sometimes I wake up on the wrong side, I don't even feel like gettin' up
But this depression on my brain, hope it change, but the rain ain't lettin' up
[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Can't call it, don't know where my head is
Reflectin' on Malcolm and the shit I thought, but never said it
To Peter, Robin, to Kevin, all my other friendships
That could havе, would have, should have, and then thеy ended
I isolate between happiness and hopeless
Know what makes it worse? Still wanna get loaded
Sometimes I feel like I can't control my choices
And something takes over and I can't turn off the voices
Sittin' with these thoughts, can't escape 'em, can't run
Got some bullets in the dresser as I polish my gun
They say a day clean is a day won
But I'm holdin' on, prayin' to a god abandoned
Zonin' on the couch, starin' at my daughters
Know there's a pill in this house that I'm obsessin' about poppin'
Reservations talkin', the push and pull of the conscience
Should probably pick up the phone and call my sponsor, but don't wanna
When the Percs don't work, Xannies won't calm me down
Not enough liquor in the bar, weed growin' in the ground
Trapped by these walls where my brain can't get out
Wonderin' if my mama have to put her son in the ground
Feel like I'm running out of time and the sun won't shine forever, forever
I got my mind on my money and my money, man, fuck it, whatever, whatever
Sometimes I wake up on the wrong side, I don't even feel like gettin' up
But this depression on my brain, hope it change, but the rain ain't lettin' up
[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Can't call it, don't know where my head is
Reflectin' on Malcolm and the shit I thought, but never said it
To Peter, Robin, to Kevin, all my other friendships
That could havе, would have, should have, and then thеy ended
I isolate between happiness and hopeless
Know what makes it worse? Still wanna get loaded
Sometimes I feel like I can't control my choices
And something takes over and I can't turn off the voices
Sittin' with these thoughts, can't escape 'em, can't run
Got some bullets in the dresser as I polish my gun
They say a day clean is a day won
But I'm holdin' on, prayin' to a god abandoned
Zonin' on the couch, starin' at my daughters
Know there's a pill in this house that I'm obsessin' about poppin'
Reservations talkin', the push and pull of the conscience
Should probably pick up the phone and call my sponsor, but don't wanna
When the Percs don't work, Xannies won't calm me down
Not enough liquor in the bar, weed growin' in the ground
Trapped by these walls where my brain can't get out
Wonderin' if my mama have to put her son in the ground
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