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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rittz
Rittz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan McCollum
Jonathan McCollum
Songwriter
Michael Summers
Michael Summers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Summers
Michael Summers
Producer

Songtexte

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 I got crown in my cup I got crown, am I drowning Migh-, I might, I might drown in my tub This some powder, that Whitney That powder's powerful stuff Binge watching Power for hours Man a power outage would suck Even though I'm out of it I don't think that I'm out of it drunk I go outside of my house And the front is cloudy as fuck Fucked up 'cause the cloudiness caused- Me to feel down, need to chill out I can't crawl out of the dumps A lot of drowsiness I'm drowsy from the Valiums I took- Earlier, five minutes later my neighbor Came out and waved to me with his 9 year old son Geeked up on a five-day-long run And it just occurred that I'm shirtless with a gun inside of my trunks I should go inside, I might've frightened 'em So white I might burn Put on a shirt, left herb in the tray I had to skip on the blunt Got rolling papers, changed the channel 'cause a sitcom was on Did too many drugs to pay attention, thinking negative thoughts Heart beating, panickin' ate my Xanax's and I chased it with scotch Like fuck today Drunk another day Wanna run away Try'na numb the pain, but I can't What a shame It's a fucked up day Another fucked up day I'm drunk another day Wanna run away Try'na numb the pain, but I can't What a shame It's a fucked up day Another fucked up day I woke up on the floor I woke up, I'm still drunk I must've broke something, I'm sore I must've fucked up for sure Looks like my knuckles are busted My knuckles scuffed with no skin This ain't the first time 'cause the first was the worst I done done it again Done, done, done, done so many dumb things Looked around and studied the mess Look there goes one of my, one of my chef knifes Right up under my desk Looks like, like I done did my usual, becoming obsessed With getting drunk and telling people I'ma cut off their head Cut off by, cut off by friends- Family, damn there's a bottle It's got a couple sips left I don't give a fuck if it spits Bang, bang, bang, bang on the door My lady saying "Hey, you awake?" I told her first "I know you're mad What happened? Can you explain?" Said "Well you cussed out my sister And then you threatened to smack her You chased her outside with a knife because she dissed Michael Jackson You started punching the hood of your car, harassing the neighbors You did a line on IG Live then cried all night like a baby This gotta stop" Drunk another day Wanna run away Try'na numb the pain, but I can't What a shame It's a fucked up day Another fucked up day I'm drunk another day Wanna run away Try'na numb the pain, but I can't What a shame It's a fucked up day Another fucked up day Drunk another day Wanna run away Try'na numb the pain, but I can't What a shame It's a fucked up day Another fucked up day
Writer(s): Jonathan Mccollum, Michael Summers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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