Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Garret O'Neal
Garret O'Neal
Songwriter
Brenden O'Neal
Brenden O'Neal
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PHYZ1CK
PHYZ1CK
Producer

Lyrics

I'm sorry boss, I'm sorry
But I think imma be a bit late today
Like the time, I been wasting away
Feeling like a zombie, flesh peeling from my face
Baby kisses me and she can taste the decay
I'm crawling out the coffin, steady coughing
From the haze that I'm lost in
But I need it cause my routine is exhausting
Been wondering what it's really costing
This song is not about money or weed
It's certainly not about me
Rightfully taking the spliff from my hand
And putting it out, I start to see
I fail to internalize all my anger and my jealousy
If you knew me, you'd know how hellish it'd be
Trying to love me as much as I need
And that's why I hate that I'm dead inside
Baby been trying to pull me together
But lately been asking me
When am I putting any effort in to really try
So I pick myself up, and let die
Apparitions that Ive been letting survive
For longer than I can recall
You don't get time back so don't stall
Questioning everything, yea I got a lot of 'em
Stressing from all of 'em, so I start jotting
Eventually there's just too many to follow
Damn, that's a big pill to swallow
Used to be full of joy, now lately heart's felt hollow
Except when I'm with my baby, hope we gon' see tomorrow
I think imma be a bit late today
Like the time, I been wasting away
Feeling like a zombie, flesh peeling from my face
Baby kisses me and she can taste the decay
I'm crawling out the coffin, steady coughing
From the haze that I'm lost in
But I need it cause my routine is exhausting
Been wondering what it's really costing
And when shit hits the fan, I keep sitting on my hands
Traded tests and exams for these sticky ass grams
How the fuck you supposed to be a rapper if you don't master the grind
Gotta get my ass up off this couch and quit wasting my time
But I've felt so shitty for forever
And I know it could be worse but I'm wondering if it gets better
Storms coming, better brace for the weather
And I'm hoping by the end of it, I can keep us together
Seeking out hope in the mirror
I should've known not to take advice from my demons
I've been fiending, but you remind me why I continue breathing
All because you gave me my reason
I think imma be a bit late today
I don't wanna waste away
Felt like a zombie, flesh peeling from my face
Baby kisses me and I can feel okay
Crawling out the coffin, my only option
This ain't something I wanna be lost in
Hopefully I'll get some rest before long
Resurrection is my only option
Preventing this love from seeing a coffin
Written by: Brenden O'Neal, Garret O'Neal
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