Expired

Me i got some problems i like to fuck em off

SYD sinner out here running hot

Sculling down this whisky fire nothing but the rocks

Burn away desire spark the lighter to the lot

Blurry vision in the fog 80 proof on the drop

Me I don’t have much to work with but i work with what i got

I’m a menace on the grog

I’m a menace when I’m off it

I can be Scatter boy trash tearing up the shop

I’m in heavens where I’m lost

All the pain it never stops

Yeah okay I’m making magic but i suffer when it drops

It reminds me of the lock

All the things i’ve ever lost

A progressing better man yeah nah you better not

All my dreams they turn to slosh

Left trampled in a mosh

Fuck the dosh

Give it all because i care give my mother what she lost

Rest in peace to my father theres no other love my brother till the end

Anyone that tries to hurt you they will never live again

All i do is i see red

I leave bodies on the bed

I’m on chainsaw massacre pieces in my shed

I’m too fucked up in the head

I’m too fucked up with regrets

I get drunk but always back it up

Breakfast with the dregs

Its too late to make amends

Let me roll out in a Benz

Inner demons always catch up and they kill me in the end

I’m always lagging like a snail last runner on the trot

Hidden habits hidden fails will they leave me on the flop?

I’m a lover not a fighter sick of fighting for this life

Other people say it easy but i find it hard to lie

I wish i was like these people that were breezy living fine

I’m losing days in my bedroom where i struggle to survive

I’m a lover not a fighter sick of fighting for this life

Other people say it easy but i find it hard to lie

I wish i was like these people that were breezy living fine

I’m losing days in my bedroom where i struggle to survive

Me I’m all over the shop

I got bangers bout to pop

Then I doubt them never drop them

Then I’m drowning on the what

Same story you should fuck it off

Lighter to the lot

Yeah I’m wasting all my time it’s expired on the clock

Rather run out with some fire than go run out with a loss

Let it frost

I’m Always lagging like a snail last runner on the trots

Hidden habits hidden fails will they leave me out here sleeping on the bench

Friday night live we forever raise a glass until the end