Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Merkules
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole Stevenson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Merkules
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Late nights and early mornin's
Paid flight and stage fright, I'm still exhausted
The pays nice, the fames type, but it not important
All I want is to go rest my head somewhere exotic
[Verse 2]
Careful what you wish for, cause I wished and then I got it
And then I gotta get more, it's addictive, this is huntin'
But yo, it's funny cause these people think I'm famous
They asking me for pictures, they just want it for the sake
[Verse 3]
It's kind of crazy they don't even wanna know my fuckin' name
And it's heinous, they wanna be around me cause I made it
But I ain't shit, I ain't rich, man, I'm still starin' at a blank check
I still pull out my last 10 bucks to tip the waitress
[Verse 4]
Huh, it's kinda strange how it works, hey
We celebrate like everyday is our birthday
We smoking to relax and we're drinkin' to forget
Then we wake up in the mornin' and we're deeper in our debts
Man it's crazy
[Verse 5]
Never said I didn't like this life
I never said I didn't want all this
I pour a drink and then it might feel right
I keep forgettin' how we got like this
[Verse 6]
Pour another throw a 20 in the tank
Rollin' through the city, some muddy in my drink, yo
Got some muddy in my drink
No money in my bank, give a fuck what y'all think, huh
[Verse 7]
I quit drinkin', took a break and then I relapsed
So now I take a shot and I can feel it in my knee caps
It's like I need it when I'm workin' under pressure
Cause that hangover was crazy
They like Merk, you gotta get up, but I can't
[Verse 8]
I'm contained inside this hotel room
Late check out, maids said we gotta go by noon
I'm in the lobby and I'm waitin' on deposits for no damage
But there's roaches on the carpet, spill vodka on the mattress
[Verse 9]
Honestly thought that we did the show and went to sleep
At that point I was so drunk, I blacked out and didn't eat
So I get angry till eventually they gave me cash
And then I'm takin' that and droppin' it all on the tank of gas, yeah
[Verse 10]
The next city is a six hour drive
I wake up, we arrive and see these kids outside
Promoter tryna form them in a big ass line
And we pop another bottle cause it's almost show time
Like fuck it
[Verse 11]
Never said I didn't like this life
I never said i didn't want all this
I pour a drink and then it might feel right
I keep forgettin' how we got like this
[Verse 12]
Pour another throw a 20 in the tank
Rollin' through the city, some muddy in my drink, yo
Got some muddy in my drink
No money in my bank, give a fuck what y'all think, huh
[Verse 13]
Gotta live up to this image
I'ma live up to this image
Live up to this image
Gotta live up to this image, yeah
[Verse 14]
Well, you saw my CD, take a picture
Yeah, outside, a CD, take a picture
You saw my CD, take a picture
Yeah, outside, a CD, take a picture, roll the drum
Written by: Cole Stevenson

