Rinst

Woke up on the couch Half the bodies passing out Other half the bodies still up at noon Doing drugs in copious amounts I just can't catch a grip on my life So I think I'll go without I'm just playing, I smoke too much My heads ascending past the clouds I've got to figure this shit out My life is time The time is now I can't keep up I think too much I think I'll put it in the sound These days I'm lucky if no drama or the fuck boys come around I wonder if my mind will be right by the time I put this out Soul filled with doubt Peak my head up through the clouds Silver lining on me now So I guess I'll keep my head up Gon get my bread up Guess I catch you later Cus we gon rob the bread truck Then bitch I'm gone Soul filled with doubt Peak my head up through the clouds Silver lining on me now So I guess I'll keep my head up Gon get my bread up Guess I catch you later Cus we gon rob the bread truck Then bitch I'm gone Got my back on the wall But it won't dissolve Seeing many things And no don't ask, because I don't recall I like the saddest song Same habits at dawn Washing my soul with the fog Might quit today but I won't Glooming through the dues every day Moving like its nothing at all I'ma sing my shit all fucking day Give a fuck bout what you say though Guess I gotta live for more so Hoping that the caws from the crows Don't reach me I'm fleeting the consequences of self-hate Soul filled with doubt Peak my head up through the clouds Silver lining on me now So I guess I'll keep my head up Gon get my bread up Guess I catch you later Cus we gon rob the bread truck Then bitch I'm gone Soul filled with doubt Peak my head up through the clouds Silver lining on me now So I guess I'll keep my head up Gon get my bread up Guess I catch you later Cus we gon rob the bread truck Then bitch I'm gone