Thinking Out Loud (Another Bag)

What's the charge of the sinning on your soul?

Charge to game, no money back

Straight from the mud, can't punish that

No refunds, no running back

Fuck it, I just ran to another bag

Fuck it, I just ran to another bag

And if I could press rewind though, I ain't lying like I'd do it all again

Who I used to call my friends

Really ain't the same as those

Really ended on that road

Really went from boys to men

Really grew apart, and I can't stand you so you can't be near me

Really fucked myself for all that time, I just weren't seein' clearly

How can I love you? I thought I loved myself, I just weren't able

Broken **** from broken homes, shit wasn't stable

Still, we made it out

Now when we step, it's a parade

When we started, they all thought it was a phase

I can't be sure of all the days that I got left, so

Remind myself when it was more water and it was less smoke

And still I'm blessed but how I'm living is far from my best

I harboured the stress and bargained with death

Don't argue with liars, the art of defiance, I'm laughin' at them

This don't define me

In the belly of the beast, shit is bound to make you slimey

Well, I mean at least a bit

Like Picasso in the blue, no matter what the season is

Used to fiend for validation, could see me needin' a hit

Now I know I'm lit internally

This really isn't concernin' me

And if I could press rewind though, I ain't lying like I'd do it all again

Who I used to call my friends

Really ain't the same as those

Really ain't the same as

I can't relate, I see you're dyin to be famous

But I can't judge you, it ain't my feet in your trainers

No competition, you ain't like me and it's blatant

'Cause I just look into your psyche and it's dangerous

See, I got blessed with a seed

Growin' life just gets better

Six months deep, it cuts deep, I'm chillin' lookin' at me

Two choices, suffer or succeed

It's the latter, only now I know nothing else matters

Ain't funny how I feel like I'm killin' myself for a little freedom?

All the liquor, all the shit in my lungs, think what is breedin'

Wish I thought less

Ignorance is bliss till you die

Then this life ain't nothing but a bitch, justifyin' all my shit

What's the charge of the sinning on your soul?

Charge to game, no money back

Straight from the mud, can't punish that

No refunds, no running back

Fuck it, I just ran to another bag

Fuck it, I just ran to another bag