Lyrics

I used to dream of suicide (yeah), I had too much pride (yeah) Everyone got older and they got a nine to five (yeah) Now they havin' babies and they livin' neighbors' lives (yeah) I'm still out here scrapin' like I'm tryin' to survive I'm in the backseat trippin' on my past mistakes Ask me, I don't see no happy days Even when I'm okay, I'm not great I promise you ain't want to live inside my brain Simmer down, hear me out I done climbed a mountain, Paramount And if you got some doubts we can air it out If you gonna sell your soul get a fair amount I'm trying to livе life in the herе and now I used to like all the things I don't care about There now, just keep your head up, you a soldier I'm in the backseat trippin' on my past mistakes Ask me, I don't see no happy days Even when I'm okay, I'm not great I promise you ain't want to live inside my brain So I keep slippin' 'til I lose my head So fictitious you gon' lose something Everybody's not real, they're all fake I be happy if I last a couple more days Life is just a climb (yeah), everybody dies (yeah) How you hatin' on me 'cause I'm young and in my prime? (yeah) Wish when I was younger I knew all that shit be fine But I know I'll get everything in a matter of time I'm in the backseat trippin' on my past mistakes Ask me, I don't see no happy days Even when I'm okay, I'm not great I promise you ain't want to live inside my brain Sick inside when I came inside the game (yeah, yeah) I used to sit inside insane asylums gang (yeah, yeah) Got signed quick and thought that maybe I could change (yeah, yeah) But picture this, my mind frame is all the same (yeah, yeah) But I took this amount of pain Window would get me around the back Switched up, I split and drowned a drink Sip slow, then quick I'm bound to sink Friends know I'm trippin', how I've been distant Now they all sit and file complaints Man I got kids just trying to play But they hit the road like a million miles away Finna rock a stage, I need to pay the bills I'm on my "broke and famous", feel like Rittz I need to change for real, label keep calling But I'm at my temple, G with stainless steel Don't want to let my fans down, I don't need IG to make it real I'm yelling "Jesus, take the wheel" I'm in the backseat trippin' on my past mistakes Ask me, I don't see no happy days Even when I'm okay, I'm not great I promise you ain't want to live inside my brain So I keep slippin' 'til I lose my head So fictitious you gon' lose something Everybody's not real, they're all fake I be happy if I last a couple more days
Writer(s): Gerald Robinson, Adam Cherrington, Tarrel Gulledge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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