Texty

Some Depressing shit Heh, let's try it out I let things build up And I don't know how to let shit go I guess I'll let it go 'til it explodes My mind's fucked up, I lost control Lines get crossed like electrical Prob'ly somethin' wrong with my mental I never thought I'd let it come and get my soul I'm too far gone, never come back home I'm white, so You know, I never had no problems Hold up, wait I'm white, so You know, I bet, I'm the problem Came from the bottom Some came from a broke home What the fuck's a father? Mom must've shot him Dad didn't want him, he can do without him Drink another bottle, smoke marijuana Take a Klonopin You can hear a pin drop, when I get pissed off I don't wanna talk, I just wanna ball my fists up I don't wanna calm down, I don't wanna listen Rather throw fists, and get a conviction You know what it is, put that shitbag in prison I don't need a lecture, this shit's depressing Me venting is probably the best thing I'm white, so I'm-I'm, I'm white, so I'm white, so (I'm white, so, I'm white, so) I'm white, so You know, I never had no problems Hold up, wait I'm white, so You know, I bet, I'm the problem Came from the bottom They tell me, use my words Be careful, watch what I say I say, fuck that shit Oh, by the way, I'm not okay Stuck in a cage, let me explain What it feels like bein' out on stage Whole bunch of people shoutin' my name So hard to breathe, got a mountain of pain They drive from all over to shake my hand, or give me a hug That drives me crazy, that a stranger actually gives a fuck I'm not bitchin', I'm just sayin', this shit actually sucks My fans act better than the people that I actually love Why don't I feel life? 'Cause I feel like If I don't take my pills, I ain't gonna feel right Motherfuckers talk shit, I don't really feel nice I feel like y'all scared like some field mice Feel like I might go psycho Drivin' down the road with my eyes closed Dealin' with a different kind of white boy Real shit, no vanilla ice, though I'm white, so I'm-I'm, I'm white, so I'm white, so (I'm white, so, I'm white, so) Came from a broke home What the fuck's a father? Mom must've shot him Dad, didn't want him He can do without him Drink another bottle Smoke marijuana Take a Klonopin
Writer(s): Vaughn Freitag, Adam Calhoun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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