Halfway (Regular Thing)
I got a blunt and a bottle of wine, I'm fine
It's just a regular day
I kinda feel like I'm losing my mind
But that's a regular thing
I'm my own worst enemy, I don't think she's gonna help me out
I go through the highs and the lows, they don't ever ever even out
But this wine gone help me sleep, this weed gonna get me through my day
'Cause if I'm gonna go crazy, I might as well meet myself halfway
I'm going crazy, I don't think that you can get to me
What you think of me just don't mean shit to me
I kinda wish I could behave differently, but this orchestra in me gotta perform this symphony
I been rowdy for a hundred lives, yeah
I'm in my body but I'm out my mind, yeah
You gotta kill me, I ain't gonna retire
I'm Joan of Arc, I'm on fire
I'm Basquiat, you're a buyer, uh
It's some mistakes I ain't ever gonna learn
'Cause I like the taste, the chase, the drip, the burn
And I don't wanna glorify my prollums, but I got 'em
So I might as well flaunt 'em
I got demons seeking Jesus to heal how I haunt 'em
"Deliver us, this little hedonist gone murder us"
Only one can save me is me, shit
You better buckle ya god damn seat, shit
I got a blunt and a bottle of wine, I'm fine
It's just a regular day
I kinda feel like I'm losing my mind
But that's a regular thing
I kinda feel like I'm losing my mind
But that's a regular thing
It's just a regular day
I kinda feel like I'm losing my mind
But that's a regular thing
I'm my own worst enemy, I don't think she's gonna help me out
I go through the highs and the lows, they don't ever ever even out
But this wine gone help me sleep, this weed gonna get me through my day
'Cause if I'm gonna go crazy, I might as well meet myself halfway
I'm going crazy, I don't think that you can get to me
What you think of me just don't mean shit to me
I kinda wish I could behave differently, but this orchestra in me gotta perform this symphony
I been rowdy for a hundred lives, yeah
I'm in my body but I'm out my mind, yeah
You gotta kill me, I ain't gonna retire
I'm Joan of Arc, I'm on fire
I'm Basquiat, you're a buyer, uh
It's some mistakes I ain't ever gonna learn
'Cause I like the taste, the chase, the drip, the burn
And I don't wanna glorify my prollums, but I got 'em
So I might as well flaunt 'em
I got demons seeking Jesus to heal how I haunt 'em
"Deliver us, this little hedonist gone murder us"
Only one can save me is me, shit
You better buckle ya god damn seat, shit
I got a blunt and a bottle of wine, I'm fine
It's just a regular day
I kinda feel like I'm losing my mind
But that's a regular thing
I kinda feel like I'm losing my mind
But that's a regular thing
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Writer(s): Gypsy Jones
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